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HYMNS  AND  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

USUALLY 

SUNG  AT  CAMP,  PRAYER,  AND  SOCIAL  MEETINGS, 
AND  IN  REVIVALS  OF  RELIGION. 


SELECTED  AND    COMPILED,   AT    THE    REQUEST   OP 

THE   PUBLISHERS, 

BY  THE  REV.  ALFRED  BRUNSON, 

AND    THE 

REV.  CHARLES   PITMAN. 


Speaking  to  yourselves  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs,  sing- 
ing and  making  melody  in  your  heart  to  the  Lord. — Eph.  v.  19. 


NEW  EDITION,  MUCH  ENLARGED. 


PITTSBURGH  : 
PUBLISHED  BY  £.  H.  KAY  &  CO. 

Philadelphia:    James  Kay,  Jun.    &   Brother,    122   Chestnut   Street, 

Also,  by  James  Harmstead,  at  the  Methodist  Bookstore, 

No.  33}  North  Fourth  Street. 


1840. 


•' 


Entered  according  to  the  act  of  congress,  in  the 
year  1837,  by  James  Kay,  Jdn.  &.  Brother,  in  the 
clerk's  office  of  the  district  court  of  the  United  States, 
in  and  for  the  eastern  district  of  Pennsylvania. 


Stereotyped  by  J.  Fa^an Philadelphia. 


PREFACE  TO  THE  FIRST  EDITION. 


In  presenting  the  religious  public  with  a  New 
Selection  of  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  I  shall 
offer  no  apology;  because  the  continual  appear- 
ance of  new  Hymns,  renders  it  not  only  admissi- 
ble, but  necessary,  to  furnish  the  inquiring  with 
the  improvements  and  advancements  of  the  day. 

Excellent  as.  the  Hymn  books  in  common  use 
are,  the  best  I  have  yet  seen  are  deficient,  not 
only  in  the  'kind  of  Hymns  in  this  selection,  but  in 
those  suitable  for  the  festivals  observed  in  the 
present  benevolent  movements  of  the  day :' — such 
is  Missionary,  Sabbath  School,  Bible  Society, 
remperance,  and  other  Anniversaries;  and  of 
which  some  are  found  in  this  selection. 

The  i^tymns  commonly  used  in  churches,  are 
idaptec  Hb  congregational  purposes,  and,  as  far  as 
practicable,  of  such  a  character  as  to  suit  all  in  the 
congregation.  But  the  kind  of  Hymns  in  this  se- 
lection, though  they  are  often  very  useful  in  con- 
gregations, are,  however,  more  particularly  de- 
signed for  individuals,  or  those  social  prayer  ineet- 
ngs  usual  in  revivals  of  religion.    And  as  this 

dnd  of  Hymns  is  earnestly  sought  by  a  large  por- 

5 


VI  PREFACE, 

tion  of  the  religious  public,  it  appears  to  me  a 
duty  to  furnish  them,  not  only  with  such  as  pro- 
mote the  spirit  of  devotion,  but  such  also  as  will 
raise  the  standard  of  poetic  taste  above  the  dog- 
grel  lines  too  often  associated  in  books  with 
Hymns  worthy  of  a  better  place.  But  how  far  I 
have  succeeded  will  be  for  others,  and  not  me,  to 
determine. 

I  have  never  yet  seen  an  edition  of  Hymns  and 
Spiritual  Songs,  but  what  contained  more  or  less 
of  the  Hymns  found  in  books  used  for  congrega- 
tional purposes,  so  that  the  people,  to  possess 
themselves  of  this  kind,  were  under  the  necessity 
of  purchasing  some  Hymns  twice  or  thrice.  This 
objection,  however,  cannot  be  urged  against  this 
selection. 

In  this  book  will  be  found  a  number  of  Hymns 
never  before  in  print,  and  some  also  w^lph  have 
been  recovered  from  the  verge  of  oblh  ,1.  And 
from  the  experience  of  near  a  quarter  of  a  centu- 
ry, mostly  in  performing  the  duties  of  an  Itinerant 
Minister  of  the  Gospel  among  the  people  who  use 
this  kind  of  Hymns,  I  trust  I  have  been  enabled  to 
select  such  as  are  generally  in  use,  and  will  meet 
the  public  taste. 

A.  BRUNSOJN. 


ADVERTISEMENT  TO  THE  NEW  EDITION. 


In  issuing  a  new  edition  of  the  Sweet  Singer  of 
Israel,  which  has  been  much  called  for  by  the 
Public,  the  Publishers  avail  themselves  of  this 
favourable  means  of  expressing  their  thanks  to 
the  Rev.  A.  Brunson  and  the  Rev.  C.  Pitman,  for 
the  careful  discrimination  they  have  exercised  in 
the  revision  of  it,  at  the  earnest  request  of  the 
Publishers. 

Those  Hymns  in  the  first  edition,  which  appear 
to  have  become  obsolete,  or  are  objectionable  in 
other  respects,  have  been  removed,  and  their 
places  supplied  with  others,  mostly  of  a  Mission- 
ary character.  The  number  of  Hymns  has  also 
been  greatly  increased  by  the  addition  of  eighty 
new  ones,  which  has  been  accomplished  by  using 
a  smaller  type,  and  occupying  a  larger  number  of 
pages  than  was  contained  in  the  first  edition. 
Taking  it  altogether,  the  Publishers  can  confident- 
ly recommend  this  Hymn  Book  to  the  Public,  as 
embracing  a  better  and  larger  assortment  of 
Hymns,  suitable  for  meetings  on  the  popular 
movements  of  the  day,  than  any  other  work  of  the 
kind  now  extant. 

Philadelphia,  March  1837. 


SWEET  SINGER  OF  ISRAEL. 


HYMN  1.    P.  M. 


"¥^7"HY  stand  you  here  idle,  my  friends,  all  the 

Your  moments  so  fleeting,  will  soon  pass  away ; 
All  things  are  provided  for  sinners  undone, 
And  you  are  invited,  and  welcome  to  come. 

CHORUS. 

The  market  is  open,  the  stores  you  may  see  ; 

Then  come,  take  and  welcome,  all  things  here  are  free. 

2  Here's  mercy  and  pardon,  here's  love  and  free 

grace ; 
Here's  strong  consolation,  here's  great  joy  and  peace; 
Here's  hope  for  the  hopeless, — the  weary  find  rest; 
Here's  all  things  in  plenty  for  poor  souls  distress'd. 
The  market,  &c. 

3  Here's  clothes  for  the  naked — here  all  may  be 
clad; 

Here's  bread  for  the  hungry — here  souls  may  be  fed; 
Here's  manna  from  heaven,  the  food  is  divine  ; 
Here's  food  full  of  marrow,  and  wine  well  refin'd. 
The  market,  &c. 

4  Here's  oil,  milk,  and  honey,  and  plenty  in  store, 
Sufficient  for  thousands,  yea,  millions,  and  more ; 
Here's  balm  for  the  mounded — here's  strength  for 

the  weak ; 
Here  cordials  divine  are  prepared  for  the  sick. 
The  market,  &c. 
9 


10  SWEET    SINGER 

5  Here  medicines  for  healing,  are  given  out  free  ; 
Here's  eye  salve  for  eyes,  that  will  make  them  to 

see, 
Here  cripples  are  healed,  the  lame  made  to  walk; 
The  deaf  made  to  hear,  and  the  dumb  made  to  talk. 
The  market,  &c. 

6  Here  lepers  are  cleansed  and  purged  from  their 

sins  ; 

Here  sinners  are  pardon'd.and  souls  are  made  clean; 
Here  all  that  are  willing,  are  eased  of  their  pains ; 
Here  thousands  are  ransomed  and  freed  from  their 

chains. 

The  market,  &c. 

7  Here's  armour  and  weapons  for  soldiers  to  wield, 
A  breastplate,  a  helmet,  a  sword  and  a  shield  ; 
The  poor  receive  riches,  a  crown  for  their  head- 
Eternal  salvation,  and  life  from  the  dead. 

The  market,  &c. 

8  O  come  all  ye  needy,  ye  poor  and  distressed  ; 
Come  and  receive  plenty,  and  be  ever  bless'd. 
O  come,  without  money,  to  Jesus,  and  buy ; 
Then  love  him,  and  praise  him,  for  ever  on  high. 

The  market,  &c. 


HYMN  2.    P.  M. 

HAIL  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright, 
I  come  to  join  your  symphony, 
For  ever  here  to  feel  delight, 
In  your  melodious  company: 
My  cares  have  ceased,  my  pains  are  o'er, 
I  now  have  reach 'd  the  blessed  shore, 
And  floods  of  light  begin  to  roll, 
And  burst  upon  my  ravish'd  soul : 
O  sound  his  praise,  ye  heav'nly  choirs, 
Who  pluck'd  me  from  the  burning  fires. 


OF    ISRAEL.  11 

2  Farewell,  ye  fading  things  of  time, 
No  more  your  false  attraction 

Can  move  this  peaceful  heart  of  mine, 
My  joys  are  everlasting. 
Long  I  withstood  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
And  Jesus  was  my  glorious  shield, 
Now  I've  got  through  the  wilderness, 
And  glory  to  my  great  high  priest. 
O  sound  his  praise,  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
Who  pluck'd  me  from  the  burning  fires. 

3  Jesus  looks  in  smiles  of  love, 
And  angels  bid  me  welcome, 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old 
Reach  forth  the  hand  of  friendship. 
My  Christian  neighbours  here  I  find, 
My  kindred  and  my  dearest  friends ; 
The  song  of  Moses  now  I  join, 
And  heaven  and  glory  all  are  mine. 
0  sound  his  praise  ye  heav'nly  choirs, 
Who  pluck'd  me  from  the  burning  fires. 

4  Now  I  see  my  God  and  King, 
With  grateful  admiration  ; 

His  ways,  his  works,  his  name  I  sing, 
In  loudest  acclamation. 
His  everlasting  beauties  shine, 
Diffusing  light  and  joys  sublime, 
To  millions  in  that  happy  clime, 
And  heav'n  and  glory  all  are  mine. 

0  sound  his  praise,  ye  heav'nly  choirs, 
Who  pluck'd  me  from  the  burning  fires. 

5  Throughout  the  boundless  fields  of  fight, 
My  mind  is  lost  in  ponder;  \ 

1  sail  through  seas  of  glorv  bright, 
O  glorious  scene  of  wonder ! 
Angelic  notes  in  highest  strains, 
And  holy  saints  his  love  proclaim, 


12  SWEET    SINGER 

Loud  acclamations  to  his  name 
Are  echo'd  o'er  the  heavenly  plains. 
O  sound  his  praise,  ye  heav'nly  choirs, 
Who  pluck'd  me  from  the  flaming  fires. 


HYMN  3.    P.  M. 

THE  son  of  man  they  did  betray, 
He  was  condemned  and  led  away, 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day : 

Look  on  mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  lamb  of  God  they  hung 
Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  'T  was  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nailed  to  the  wood  ; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold,  in  agonies  he  dies ; 

O  sinners !  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come  see  his  tort'ring  pain. 
The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd,  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight : 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 

4  Hark !  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son ; 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O !  there's  none : 


OF    ISRAEL.  J.<3 

He  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone, 
'    His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry, 
I  Eloi.  lama  sabacthini !" 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 
The  conquering  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say,  "  Come  save  the  land, 

Come  try  yourself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierced  him  when  he  died,  — 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
Stern  justice  now  is  satisfied, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 

6  Behold !  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannas  tell, 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  ; 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains, 
With  music  fill  bright.  Eden's  plains  ; 

He  conquer'd  death  and  hell. 

7  5T  is  done  !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made : 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood ; 
For  you,  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you,  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky, 


14  SWEET    SINGER 

Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  given  : 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion  sing— his  grace  abounds  ; 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heaven. 

HYMN  4.     P.  M. 

THIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  probation  giv'n  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  woe, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow, 
There 's  nothing  true,  but  Heav'n. 

2  And  false  the  light  of  glory's  plume, 
As  fading  hues  of  ev'n  ; 

And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gather 'd  for  the  tomb, 
There's  nothing  bright  but  Heav'n. 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day ! 
From  wave  to  wave  we  're  driven, 

And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray, 
Serve  but  to  light  our  troubled  way ; 
There  's  nothing  calm  but  Heav'n. 

4  And  where 's  the  light,  held  out  to  cheer 
This  heart  with  anguish  riv'n  ? 

Affliction's  sigh,  and  sorrow's  tear, 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here, 
There  's  nothing  kind  but  Heav'n. 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 
Without  their  sins  torgiv'n : 

Tr.ue  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace ; 
There  's  nothing  good  as  Heaven. 


OF    ISRAEL.  15 

6  From  those  who  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 
They  're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  way  to  Heaven. 

HYMN  5.    P.  M. 

THIS  world's  not  "  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  illusion  given :" 
He  that  hath  sooth'd  a  widow's  woe, 
Or  wiped  an  orphan's  tear,  doth  know 
There's  something  here  of  Heav'n. 

2  And  he  that  walks  life's  thorny  way, 
With  feelings  calm  and  ev'n  ; 

Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day 

By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray, 

Hath  something  felt  of  Heav'n. 

3  He,  that  the  Christian's  course  has  run, 
And  all  his  foes  forgiv'n; 

Who  measures  out  life's  little  span 
In  love  to  God,  and  love  to  man 
On  earth,  has  tasted  Heav'n. 

HYMN  6.    P.  M. 

WHAT  happy  children  who  wait  on  Jesus, 
Unto  the  house  of  prayer  and  praise, 
And  join  in  union,  while  love  increases, 
Resolved  this  way  to  spend  our  days. 
Altho'  we're  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 

And  flesh  and  such  as  know  not  God, 

Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons, 

We  oft-times  have  on  Canaan's  road. 

2  While  we've  been  waiting  on  lovely  Jesus, 
We  've  felt  some  help  come  from  above  ; 

Our  hearts  have  burn'd  with  holy  rapture, 
And  long'd  to  be  dissolved  in  love. 


16  SWEET    SINGER 

Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  giv'n, 
And  trust  in  him  for  things  to  come, 

Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heav'n, 
So  farewell,  brethren,  we  are  going  home. 

3  And  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  pray  for  those  who  spurn  his  grace, 
Lest  they  should  lose  love's  richest  treasure, 

And  ne'er  enjoy  God's  lovely  face. 
Now  here  's  my  hand  and  my  best  wishes, 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love, 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus, 

So  farewell,  brethren,  till  we  meet  above. 


HYMN  7.    P.  M. 

TIIO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbours 
JL         to  part, 

And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  my  heart, 

Like  thoughts  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day, 

From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to  pray, 

Where  I  've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar  are 

spread, 
And  wove  with  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head: 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in  prayer — 
To  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed  with  the 

pine, 
The  ivy,  the  olive,  the  wild  eglantine ; 
Yet  sweeter,  O  sweeter  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer — 
In  answer  to  prayer. 

4  'T  was  under  the  covert  of  that  blessed  grove 
That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  17 

Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way 
Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray — 
And  taught  me  to  pray. 

5  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  loved  nightingale, 
That  dwelt  in  my  bower,  I  observed  as  my  bell, 
To  call  me  to  duty ;  and  birds  of  the  air 

Sang  anthems  of  praises,  as  I  went  to  prayer — 
As  I  went  to  prayer. 

6  And  Jesus  my  Saviour  oft  deign'd  there  to  meet 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  lonely  retreat; 
Oft  fdl'd  me  with  rapture  and  peacef  uiness  there 
Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer — 

Own  language  my  prayer. 

7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotion  in  parts  that  are  new; 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  is  found  everywhere, 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer — 

Give  answer  to  prayer. 

8  Altho'  I  may  never  revisit  thy  shade, 

Yet  oft  shall  I  think  on  the  vows  I  there  made, 
And  when  at  a  distance,  my  thoughts  shall  repair 
To  the  place  where  my  Saviour  first  answered  my 
prayer — 

First  answered  my  prayer. 

9  My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  hope  and  my  all,     - 
Will  guide  and  direct  me  when  on  him  I  call; 
And  when  I  am  dying,  he  '11  be  with  me  there, 
And  take  me  to  heaven  in  answer  to  prayer — 

In  answer  to  prayer. 

HYMN  8.    P.M. 

?Fffl  IS  my  happiness  below, 
Jl    Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 

But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 
2 


8  SV\rEET    SIXGElt 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 
But — with  humble  faith,  to  see 

Love  inscrih/d  upon  them  all — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 
Of  addiction,  pain  and  toil : 

These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil. 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  ; 

Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet — 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

5  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here — 
No  chastisement  by  the  way; 

Might  I  not,  with  reason,  fear 
I  should  be  a  cast-away  ? 

HTMPf  9.    L.M. 

THERE  is  a  school  on  earth  begun, 
Instructed  by  the  Holy  One  ; 
He  calls  his  pupils  there,  to  prove 
The  sweetness  of  redeeming  love. 

2  The  school-book  is  the  Scripture  true  ; 
The  lessons  are  forever  new  ; 

In  this  the  pupils  are  agreed, 
It  is  a  blessed  school  indeed. 

3  'T  is  here  the  blind  may  learn  to  see  ; 
Then  come,  ye  blind,  the  school  is  free  ; 
And  here  the  lame  may  learn  to  walk ; 
The  dumb  may  also  learn  to  talk. 

4  'T  is  here  the  deaf  may  learn  to  hear; 
Then  come,  ye  deaf,  and  lend  an  ear : 
Listen  to  Jesu's  pleasant  voice, 

He  '11  make  your  mourning  souls  rejoice. 


OF    ISRAEL. 

5  Come,  brethren,  you  who  are  at  school, 
Attention  pay  to  ev'ry  rule  ; 
Here  may  we  learn  the  happy  art 
Of  loving  God  with  all  our  heart. 

HYMN  10.    C.  M. 

SINCE  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God, 
He  seeks  creation  through, 
And  vainly  strives  for  solid  bliss, 
In  trying  something  newT. 

2  Could  I  but  call  all  Europe  mine, 
The  Indies  and  Peru, 

My  soul  would  feel  an  aching  void, 
And  still  want  something  new\ 

3  But  wrhen  we  know  the  Saviour's  love, 
All  good  in  him  we  view; 

The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  delights — 
In  Christ  finds  all  things  new. 

4  The  joy  the  dear  Redeemer  gives, 
Will  bear  us  safely  through, 

Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
For  Christ  is  always  new. 

HYMN  11.    P.  M. 

MY  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call, 
Arise,  and  look  around  you, 
How  many  foes,  bound  to  oppose, 
Are  waiting  to  confound  you  ; 
The  trumpet  calls  on  Zion's  walls — 

Shake  off  your  sleep  and  slumber ; 
Arise  and  pray,  we  '11  win  the  day, 
Though  we  are  few  in  number. 

2  To  God  we  '11  cry,  and  hell  defy, 
Though  Satan  roars  like  thunder ; 


19 


20  SWEET    SINGEK 

The  voice  of  pray'r  makes  sinners  stare, 
While  fifl'd  with  awe  and  wander  ; 

While  music  sweet,  makes  some  retreat, 
Our  Jesus  still  draws  nigher  ; 

His  precious  name  lights  up  the  flame, 
That  sets  our  souls  on  fire. 

3  While  grace  divine  in  others  shines, 
With  such  we  are  delighted  ; 

With  them  we  crowd,  and  sing  so  loud, 

Poor  sinners  are  affrighted. 
The  sweetest  joys  our  pow'rs  employ, 

To  see  the  cause  advancing, 
Though  some  go  off,  and  boldly  scoff, 

And  say  that  we  are  dancing. 

4  Some  mournfully  for  mercy  cry, 
And  stubborn  hearts  are  bended  ! 

If  wre  but  smile,  some  say  we  're  wild, 

And  so  go  off  offended  ; 
If  souls  are  born,  we  11  bear  the  scorn, 

Let  sinners  tell  this  story ; 
For  Jesu's  name,  we  '11  bear  the  blame, 

And  give  him  all  the  glory. 

5  But  as  we  fly,  we  '11  always  cry 
To  God  for  their  salvation — 

O  God  of  love,  send  from  above, 
And  save  the  wicked  nation. 

Thy  Spirit  send,  their  hearts  to  bend, 
Arrest  them  by  thy  thunder! 

Let  sweetest  songs  employ  our  tongues, 
While  fill'd  with  joy  and  wonder. 

6  The  outward  blaze  sometimes  decays, 
Some  Christians  seem  contented ; 

The  world  is  sure  their  work  is  o'er 
They  '11  be  no  more  tormented. 

Some  are  afraid  the  Spirit's  fled, 
While  others  are  offended ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  21 

But  never  fear,  let 's  persevere, 
The  warfare  is  not  ended. 

7  To  men  unknown,  the  seed  is  grown, 

We  've  overcome  temptation ; 
The  cross  we  '11  bear,  and  not  despair, 

We'll  joy  in  tribulation. 
The  noisy  scene  comes  on  again ! 

The  shouting  trump  is  sounded! 
We  find  at  length  we  're  gaining  strength, 

Our  foes  will  be  confounded. 

HYMN  12.    P.  M. 

HAIL  the  blest  morn,  see  the  great  Mediator, 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend  ; 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo,  for  his  guard,  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining  ; 
Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 

Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Wise  men  and  shepherds  before  him  do  fall. 

Brightest  and  best,  fyc. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odours  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine, 

Gems  from  the  mountains,  and  pearls  from  the 
ocean ; 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 
Brightest  and  best,  tyc. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  we  his  favour  secure ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  pray'rs  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and.  best,  tyc. 


22  SWEET    SINGER 


HYMN  13.    P.  M. 

OF  all  Religions  that  are  found. 
Whose  lbrnis  do  lead  their  subjects  round, 
In  all  this  earthly  region  ; 
There  is  one  better  than  the  rest, 
Which  properly  is  call'd  the  Best ; 
And  that  is  pure  Religion. 

2  To  visit  widows  with  relief, 
And  save  the  fatherless  from  grief, 

In  time  of  their  affliction  ; 
And  then,  against  temptations  hurl'd, 
To  keep  unspotted  from  the  world, 

Is  real  pure  Religion. 

3  There 's  many  people  who  profess 
To  have  religion,  more  or  less, 

And  talk  of  sins  forgiv'n ; 
Who  say  they  walk  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  say  they  feel  the  love  of  God, 

And  think  they  're  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  But  if  they  gratify  their  pride, 
And  will  be  covetous  beside, 

And  pattern  after  sinners  ; 
To  set  their  hearts  on  things  below, 
And  talk  as  other  worldlings  do, 

'T  is  only  vain  Religion. 

5  But  thanks  to  God,  there  are  a  few, 
Who  good  sincerity  do  show, 

To  follow  afler  Jesus: 
They  joyfully  forsake  their  pride, 
And  lay  their  vanities  aside, 

For  th'  sake  of  pure  Religion. 

6  They  bring  their  thoughts  to  judgment  now, 
And  thus  they  make  their  actions  bow 


CF    ISRAEL. 

To  Jesus,  their  Redeemer  ; 
They  know  if  they  're  defiled  with  sin, 
And  if  they  hive  not  Christ  within, 

T  will  not  be  pure  religion. 

7  All  these  who  count  all  tilings  as  loss, 
And  willingly  take  up  the  cross. 

To  gain  a  heav'nly  mansion : 
Although  by  sinners  they  're  de3pis'd, 
They  're  precious  in  the  Saviour's  eyes, 

For  they  have  pure  Religion. 

8  Professors  say  we  are  too  strict, 
And  some  good  things  they  contradict, 

Which  strike  against  the  worldling; 
And  now  because  we  live  to  God, 
There  's  many  call  us  very  odd, 

Despising  pure  Religion. 

9  But  while  we  walk  this  heavenly  road, 
This  way  of  truth  which  leads  to  God, 

In  which  we  find  such  freedom ; 
We  '11  bear  reproach  for  Jesu's  name, 
Endure  the  cross,  despise  the  shame, 

For  th'  sake  of  pure  Religion. 

10  Although  for  Christ  we  suffer  loss, 
We  find  such  virtue  in  the  cross, 

The  beauty  of  his  kingdom : 
O  let  us  count  all  things  but  los^, 
And  like  the  dung,  or  as  the  dross, 

For  th'  sake  of  pure  Religion. 

HYMN  14.    P.  M. 

]Vf"ATIVE  land  !— In  summer  smiling, — 
i.  $  Hill  and  valley,  grove  and  stream ; — 
Home !  whose  nameless  charms  beguiling, 

Peaceful  nursed  our  infant  dream  ; — 
Haunts ! — to  which  cur  childhood  hasted, 

Where  the  earliest  wild-flowers  grew; — 
Church ! — where  Christ's  free  grace  we  last 

Graved  on  memory's  page — Adieu. 


24  SWEET    SINGER 

Mother  ! — who  hast  watch'd  our  pillow, 

In  thy  tender,  sleepless  love, 
Lo !  we  dare  the  crested  billow, — 

Mother! — put  thy  trust  above. 
Father ! — from  thy  guidance  turning, 

O'er  the  deep  our  way  we  take, — 
Keep  the  prayerful  incense  burning, 
■    On  thine  altar,  for  our  sake. 

Brothers ! — Sisters ! — more  than  ever 

Are  our  fond  affections  twined, 
As  that  hallowed  bond  we  sever, 

Which  the  hand  of  Nature  join'd. 
But  the  cry  of  Burmah's  anguish 

Through  our  inmost  hearts  doth  sound  ,- 
Countless  souls  in  misery  languish, — 

We  would  fly  to  heal  their  wounds. 
I  Burmah ! — we  would  soothe  thy  weeping  ; 

Take  us  to  thy  sultry  breast, 
]  Where  thy  sainted  dust  is  sleeping, 

Let  us  share  a  kindred  rest. 
Friends,  this  span  of  life  is  fleeting, 

Hark ! — the  harps  of  angels  swell, 
!  Think  of  that  eternal  meeting, 

Where  no  voice  shall  say — Farewell. 

HYMN  15.    P.  M. 

CAST  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour ; 
He,  whose  hands  for  thee  were  bored, 
Can  and  will  deliver. 

2  Why  should  sorrow  bow  thee  down, 
Trials  or  temptation? 

Is  not  Christ,  upon  the  throne, 
Still  thy  strong  salvation  ? 

3  Roll  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour ; 

He,  whose  hands  for  thee  were  bored. 
Can  and  will  deliver. 


OF    ISRAEL.  25 


HYMN  16.    P.  M. 

FROM  whence  does  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love? 
It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties, 

That  distance  and  time  can't  remove. 
It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost  ; 
It  grows  in  Emanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesu's  dear  blood  did  it  cost. 

2  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me  ! 
Our  souls  so  united  in  love ! 

Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  bless'd  mansions  above. 

Oh  !  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part  ] 
Since  there  we  shall  soon  meet  again ; 

Engraved  on  Emanuel's  heart, 
At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

3  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 

Set  free  from  our  prison  of  clay, 

United  in  Jesus's  love ; 
With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing  hallelujahs,  amen ; 

Amen !  even  so  let  it  be. 

HYMN  17.    P.  M. 

GO  forth  to  distant  lands, 
Ye  messengers  of  heaven! 
Scatter,  with  holy  hands, 

The  seed  so  freely  given. 
Across  the  mighty  deep, 

Around  the  arctic  pole, 
Where  pillar'd  whirlwinds  sweep, 

And  crested  billows  roll  ; 
In  every  clime,  'midst  every  clan, 
Proclaim  the  Saviour's  love  to  man. 


SWEET    SIXGER 

2  Tho'  clouds  obscure  the  sky, 
And  tempests  howl  around, 

Tho'  tears  bedew  the  eye, 
And  disappointments  wound, 

Amidst  a  hopeless  race, 

Unfold  hope's  beauteous  brow, 

And  bid  the  "Sun  of  Grace" 
In  polar  regions  glow  ; 

The  savage  shall  forego  his  chains, 

And  carol  forth  celestial  strains. 

3  Firm  as  the  throne  of  God, 
Bright  as  the  vaulted  sky ; 

Seal'd  with  atoning  blood, 
And  fraught  with  ecstacy — 

The  promises  invite 

Your  constant  toil  and  care : 

Make  ready  for  the  fight, 
The  cross  with  courage  bear, 

Millennial  scenes  of  radiant  hue 

Shall  soon  entrance  your  raptured  view. 

4  Nerved  with  the  spirit's  might, 
'Midst  darkness,  death,  and  woe, 

Plumed  with  angelic  light, 

Onward,  still  onward  go: 
All  mortal  joys  despise, 

Immortal  spirits  win  ; 
'T  is  no  ignoble  prize, 

"  A  soul  released  from  sin  :" 
For  these  the  Saviour  lived  and  died, 
And  nought  is  worth  a  thought  beside. 

HYMN  18.    P.  M. 

LOOK  not  upon  the  wine,  when  it 
Is  red  within  the  cup  ! 
Stay  not  for  pleasure,  when  she  fills 
Her  tempting  beaker  op ! 


OF    ISRAEL.  27 

Tho'  clear  its  depth,  and  rich  its  glow, 
A  spell  of  madness  lurks  below. 

2  They  say  'tis  pleasant  on  the  lip, 
And  merry  on  the  brain  ; 

They  say  it  stirs  the  sluggish  blood, 

And  dulls  the  tooth  of  pain  : 
Ay — but  within  its  glowing  deeps, 

A  stinging  serpent,  unseen,  sleeps. 

3  Its  rosy  lights  will  turn  to  tire! 
Its  coolness  change  to  thirst! 

And,  by  its  mirth,  within  the  brain, 

A  sleepless  worm  is  nursed. 
There  's  not  a  bubble  at  the  brim, 

That  does  not  cany  food  for  him. 

4  Then  dash  the  brimming  cup  aside, 
And  spill  its  purple  wine  : 

Take  not  its  madness  to  thy  lip — 

Let  not  its  curse  be  thine. 
'T  is  red  and  rich — but  grief  and  woe 

Are  hid  those  rosy  depths  below. 

HYMN  19.    P.  M. 

BASH  the  drunkard  cup  in  pieces; 
Mortals,  spurn  the  liquid  fire  ! 
Drink,  and  lordly  reason  ceases — 
Taste,  and  human  hopes  expire. 
Pan?e.  while  human  feelings  last  thee  ! 

Soon  the  awful  thirst  increases : 
Hold  !  the  ruddy  draught  will  blast  thee, 
Dash  the  drunkard  cup  in  pieces. 

2  Dash  the  drunkard  cup  in  pieces, 
Deadly  poison  sparkles  there, — 

Poison,  that  a  moment  pleases, 
Then  produces  chill  despair, — 


28  SWEET    SIJVGER 

3  ?ifSh  thf  ?runka^  cup  in  pieces 
T)tf  aUi  death  are  ^ntred  there'- 
Dnnk,  and  soon  distraction  seizes     ' 

Dash  the  drunkard  0%  pieces. 
HYMN  20.    p.  M. 

H°H,book.  *T  sacred  pages 
•"--«-  Go  den  ireasure  do  ronHin 

2  Einions  ^e  and  fly  thou  swiftlv 
Regions  scan,  unscanned  befor^ 

Wl  the  pnnce  of  darkness  falls.        . 


OF    ISRAEL.  29 

Saving  grace  for  all  is  purchased, 
Ransom  paid  by  Christ  the  Lord, 

But  to  them  we  must  convey  it, 
Lest  they  perish  from  the  world. 

HYMN  21.    P.  M. 

TRUST  thou  not  in  worldly  pleasures, 
Trust  thou  not  in  earthly  fame, 
Trust  thou  not  in  glittering  treasures — 

Trust  in  God's  eternal  name  ! 
In  the  hour  of  keenest  sorrow, 
In  the  hour  of  keenest  woe, 
Thou  canst  never  hope  to  borrow 
Comfort  from  those  joys  below. 

2  Fear  thou  not  a  world  of  folly, 
Fear  thou  not  the  scoffer's  sneer ; 

Fear  Jehovah,  wise  and  holy, 

(For  't  is  wisdom  thus  to  fear :) 
Then  thy  faith  shall  be  augmented,  . 

And  thy  heart  increase  in  love  ; 
And  thy  soul  shall  rest  contented, 

Confident  in  strength  above. 

3  And  should  dangerous  snares  beset  thee, 
Trouble  meet  thee  everywhere, 

Fear  the  Lord  :  he  '11  ne'er  forget  thee ; 

He  will  break  the  cruel  snare. 
For  his  fear  is  perfect  pleasure, 

And  his  confidence  is  joy  ; 
'T  will  secure  thy  soul  a  treasure, 

Which  the  world  can  ne'er  destroy. 

HYMN  22.    P.  M. 

SAVIOUR,  slain  and  slain  for  me, 
While  thy  mercy  I  implore  : 
Then  I  humbly  bend  the  knee, 
While  my  prayer  is  gushing  o'er, 


30  SWEET    SIXGER 

Speak  refreshment  to  my  soul, 
Great  physician  make  me  whole. 

2  Tho'  abased  and  full  of  shame, 
Shrinking  with  well-founded  fear  ; 

All  my  trust  is  in  thy  name, 
Bid  thy  love  to  me  appear ; 
Bursting  like  a  ray  of  light, 
Thro'  the  stormy  cloud  of  night 

3  Not  like  the  lightning's  deadly  blaze 
Bursting  wheresoe'er  it  flies; 

But  the  summer  morning's  rays 
As  the  healing  beam  doth  rise. 
Bidding  night  and  terror  cease, 
Bringing  glory,  bringing  peace. 

4  Oh  !  to  tread  life's  weary  way, 
Cheered  by  my  Redeemer's  smile, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  thy  ray 
Will  its  weariness  beguile  : 
Making  life  a  happy  road 
To  a  happier  abode. 

HYMN  23.    P.  M. 

THE  Song  of  Salvation  it  is  so  divine, 
There  's  music  and  melody  in  ev'ry  line  ; 
It  wras  sung  by  the  Hebrews  when  deliv'rance 

they  found, 
When  old'Simeon  found  Jesus,  sweet  praises  did 
sound. 

2  There  is  a  day  coming  when  louder  we  '11  sing 
Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  Jesus  our  King  ; 
Then  we  shall  mount  up  from  all  sorrow  and  pain, 
The  Kingdom  of  Heaven  eternally  gain. 

3  O  sinners,  we're  trav'lling    to    yonder  bright 

world, 
From  which,  by  transgression,  the  angels  were 
hurl'd, 


Or    ISRAEL.  31 

We  bid  you  a  final,  eternal  farewell : — 

Unless  you  're  converted,  you  '11  sink  down  to  hell. 

4  Awake,  O  poor  sinners,  awake  from  your  sin, 
To  call  on  your  Saviour  this  moment  begin  ; 
Bat  if  you  neglect  it  again  and  again, 
When  God  speaks  your  sentence  we  must  say— 
Amen. 


HYMN  24.    P.  M. 

HARK  T  hark,  what  sounds  are  these  so  pleasing  ? 
Sinners,  wipe  the  falling  tear  ; 
'Tis  love  divine  and  never  ceasing, 
Flows  from  Jesus  to  the  ear. 

2  "  Come  unto  me,  all  ye  that  labour ; 
Sinners,  heavy  laden,  come  ;" 

None  are  more  welcome  to  the  Saviour 
Than  the  wretched  and  undone. 

3  Let  not  the  weight  of  sin  distress  you, 
Cease  to  heave  (he  plaintive  sigh  ; 

A  hearty  welcome  now  awaits  you, 
Come,  and  you  shall  never  die. 

4  Come,  ye  sinners,  come  and  wonder 
How  such  mercy  you  withstood  ; 
Parch'd  with  thirst,  and  starv'd  by  hunger, 
Satiate  your  souls  with  God. 

5  Howe'er  by  sin  and  sore  temptation, 
Heavy  laden  and  opprest  ; 

Behold  the  gracious  invitation, 
"Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest." 

6  [No  longer  let  the  tempter  keep  you 
Fast  in  chains  of  unbelief: 

Though  late  in  life,  the  word  assures  you, 
Christ  could  save  the  dying  thief. 


32  SWEET   SINGER 

7  Mary  Magd'len  too  can  witness, 
1  o  the  mercy  she  receiv'd  ; 
Then  doubt  no  longer  of  your  fitness, 
feaul,  of  sinners  chief,  behev'd. 

?iH?  !^a,11.ye  sinners,  heavy  laden, 
tly  to  Christ,  the  Saviour's  breast : 
Keceive  the  pressing  invitation, 
tome»  and  J  will  give  you  rest"] 


HYMN  25.    CM. 

N  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
My  journey  I  '11  pursue  ; 
—  me  not,  ye  much-L 
must  go  with  you. 


I 

Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-lov'd  saints, 
i  or  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  "Stay,"  says  the  world,  "and  taste  awhile 
My  ev'ry  pleasant  sweet ;" 

Hinder  me  not,  my  soul  replies, 
Because  the  way  is  great. 

3  "Stay,"  Satan  my  old  master,  cries, 

Or  force  shall  thee  detain;" 
Hinder  me  not,  I  will  be  gone, 
My  God  hath  broke  thy  chain. 

4  7^°??}1  fl00(J  and  flames  if  Jesus  lead, 
1  11  follow  where  he  goes; 

Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

5  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 
I  11  go  at  his  command  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Emanuel's  land. 

6  £"1  T^n  my  Savionr  calls  me  home, 
Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 

Hinder  me  not,  come,  welcome  death, 
I  11  gladly  go  with  thee. 


OF    ISRAEL.  33 

HYMN  26.    L.  M. 

LET  others,  wrapt  in  self-conceit, 
Boast  in  their  wisdom  and  their  wit ; 
Let  them  extol  their  gold  and  dross, 

1  '11  glory  in  my  Saviour's  cross. 

2  While  the  self-righteous,  blind  and  rude, 
Cry  up  their  native  rectitude, 

I  '11  seek  revenge  on  all  my  pride, 
And  boast  in  Jesus  crucified. 

3  While  they,  with  curses  on  their  heads, 
Talk  of  their  justice  and  their  deeds, 

I  choose  to  sit  at  Jesu's  feet, 
And  self-abasement  is  my  seat. 

4  Hither  I  'm  brought  by  sov'reign  grace, 
I  bless  the  means,  and  love  the  place, 

I  bid  all  earthly  joys  be  gone, 
And  glory  in  my  Lord  alone. 

5  Here  I  could  tarry  night  and  day, 
Here  could  my  soul  forever  stay ; 
O  may  I  never,  never  rove, 

Nor  glory,  but  in  Christ  my  love. 


HYMN  27.    P.  M. 

WE  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2  We  are  but  young — yet  ruin'd  all 
By  Adam,  our  first  parent's  fall  ; 

And  we  have  sinn'd — O  Lord,  forgive — 
Jesus  hath  died  that  we  might  live. 

3  We  are  but  young — yet  we  have  heard 
The  gospel  news,  the  heavenly  word ; 


34  SWEET    SINGER 

If  we  despise  the  only  way. 
Dreadful  will  be  the  judgment  day. 

4  We  are  but  young — yet  we  must  die, 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh; 

Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace, 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place. 

5  We  are  but  young — we  need  a  guide, 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide; 

Oh  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth, 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 

6  We  are  but  young — yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumber'd  blessings  on  our  head  ; 
Then  let  our  youth  and  riper  days 

Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 

HYMN  28.    P.  M. 

V fflHERE  is  a  book,  I  've  heard  them  say, 
JL    Which  says,  "  thou  shalt  not  work  or  play 
On  God  Almighty's  holy  day." 

On  Sundays,  then,  O  let  me  look 

In  God  Almighty's  holy  book. 

2  This  book  to  which  you  all  appeal, 
Does  thus  the  word  of  God  reveal, 
"Thou  shalt  not  murder,  lie,  nor  steal. 

Then  let  your  little  Negro  look 
In  God  Almighty's  holy  book. 

3  Yet  stealing,  sure,  no  sin  can  be, 
Because,  dear  Massa,  you  stole  me, 
Of  course  to  steal  no  harm  you  see. 

But  I  should  know,  if  I  could  look 
In  God  Almighty's  holy  book. 

4  Dear  Massa,  you  have  been  to  me 
As  kind  and  good  as  man  can  be, 
And  many  such  I  hope  to  see  : 

Then  let  your  little  slave  boy  look 
In  God  Almighty's  holy  book. 


OF    ISRAEL.  35 

5  But  Oh !  before  I  'm  grown  a  man, 
I  pray,  in  one  thing  mend  your  plan, 
And  give  us  comfort,  if  you  can  ; 

I  'm  sure  you  will,  if  you  '11  but  look 
In  God  Almighty's  holy  book. 

6  If  wife  and  babe  should  e'er  be  mine, 
Round  each,  when  fond  affections  twine, 
Oh !  part  us  not,  we  '11  all  be  thine. 

We  will  not  mind  the  burning  weather, 
If  we  may  live  and  work  together. 

7  The  stripes  'tis  said  one  Jesus  bore, 
Could  I  but  read  His  sufferings  sore, 
Would  make  mine  lighter  than  before 

Yes,  every  sorrow  I  could  brook, 
Bv  studying  God  Almighty's  book. 

8lm  tend  t&iia  book,  so  wise  and  good, 

Has  made  it  fully  understood, 

God  made  all  nations  ot  one  blood; 
If  this  be  true,  we  yet  may  meet, 
Good  Massa,  at  our  Saviour's  feet 


HYMN  29.    P.  M. 

THOU  changing,  terrestrial  state, 
Thy  motion — how  rapid  it  is, 

1  'm  bound  to  submit  to  thy  fate, 

Till  raised  to  celestial  bliss. 
Till  then  I  the  desert  must  trace, 

With  creatures  both  savage  and  tame, 
Exposed  to  their  various  race, 

While  I  the  strange  message  proclaim. 

2  O'er  winter's  bleak  forest  I  roam, 
Or  by  the  impassable  road — 

The  greatest  of  dangers  o'ercome, 
Then  meet  with  a  smoking  abode. 


36  SWEET    SINGER 

A  moment  T  here  make  my  stay — 
Then  meeting  the  tempest  again, 

I  travel  the  cold  winter's  day, 
Exposed  to  the  frost,  snow,  or  rain. 

4  Sometimes  in  the  summer's  fierce  blaze, 
I  traverse  the  desert  of  sand — 

The  songsters  now  cease  from  their  lays, 
And  seek  for  a  more  cooling  stand. 

While  I  'm  received  with  a  frown, 
Or  greeted  with  lovelier  smiles  ; 

At  night's  sweet  approach  I  lay  down, 
And  sleep  all  my  trouble  beguiles. 

5  Sometimes  when  the  harbour  is  sweet, 
And  kindness  and  love  bid  me  stay, 

My  nature  would  gladly  submit — 

But  duty  loud  calls  me  away : 
My  staff  and  portmanteau  take  up, 

And  parting  with  those  that  I  love, 
I  greet  them — exulting  in  hope 

Of  meeting  below  or  above. 

6  When  summon'd  at  last  to  depart, 
And  give  an  account  to  my  God, 

May  nothing  be  found  in  my  heart 
But  Jesus  who  bought  it  with  blood  : 

And  now  my  short  race  being  run, 
My  talents  improved  as  they  ought — 

My  toiling  and  pain  being  done, 
I  enter'Uie  bliss  which  I  sought 

HYMN  30.    P.  M. 

FAREWELL  to  thee,  brother!  we  meet  but  to 
part, 
And  sorrow  is  struggling  with  joy  in  each  heart ; 
There  is  grief—  but  there 's  hope,  all  its  anguish  to 

quell, 
The  Master  goes  with  thee. — Farewell,  Oh,  fare- 
well! 


OF    ISRAEL.  37 

2  Farewell!   thou  art  leaving  the  home  of  thy 

youth — 
The  friends  of  thy  God,  and  the  temples  of  truth, 
For  the  land  where  is  heard  no  sweet  Sabbath  bell: 
Yet  the  Master  goes  with  thee. — Farewell,  Oh, 

farewell ! 

3  Farewell !  for  thou  treadest  the  p ath  that  He 

trod; 
His  God  is  thy  Father— his  Father  thy  God— 
And  if  ever  with  doublings  thy  bosom  shall  swell, 
Remember,  He  'a  with  thee. — Farewell,  Oh,  fare- 
well! 

4  Farewell!  and  God  speed  thee  glad  tidings  to 

bear 
To  the  desolate  isles,  in  their  night  of  despair; 
On  the  sea — on  the  shore,  the  promises  tell. 
His  wings  shall  enfold  thee. — Farewell,  Oh,  fare- 
well ! 

5  Farewell !  but  in  spirit  we  often  shall  meet, 
(Though  the  ocean  divide  us)  at  one  mercy-seat; 
And  above,  ne'er  to  part,  but  for  ever  to  dwell 
With  the  Master  in  glory  .-Till  then,  Oh,  farewell. 

HYMN  31.    P.M. 

GO,  my  brother,  God  doth  call  thee, 
He  hath  need  of  thee  below ; 
Go,  no  evil  shall  befall  thee  ; 
To  the  wandering  sinner  go, 

Do  not  linger, 
To  the  wandering  sinner  go. 

2  Say  to  him,  the  blessed  Saviour 

From  your  wanderings  calfe  you  home; 

Once  he  died  lor  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  bids  you  freely  come  : 

Don't  reject  him, 
When  he  bids  you  freely  come. 


38  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Brother,  hasten !  time  is  flying, 

Do  not  for  a  moment  wait ; 
Sinners  are  around  thee  dying, 
Soon  all  calls  will  be  too  late : 

Sad  reflection! 

Soon,  alas !  't  will  be  too  late ! 

'    4  Trembling  mourners  want  supporting 

Brother,  to  their  rescue  run  ; 

Christians,  too,  oft  need  exhorting, 

After  all  the  Lord  hath  done ! 

Yes,  they  need  it, 
After  all  the  Lord  hath  done  ! 

5  All  thy  trials  are  recorded, 
The  Redeemer  is  thy  friend  ; 

He  will  see  thee  well  rewarded, 
If  thou  art  faithful  to  the  end  : 

Canst  thou  doubt  it  ? 
Then  prove  faithful  to  the  end. 


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HYMN  32.    C.  M. 

ROM  all  that 's  mortal,  all  that 's  vain, 
And  from  this  earthly  clod, 


Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

2  Say,  what  is  there  below  the  sky, 
O'er  all  the  paths  thou  'st  trod, 

Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
Like  fellowship  with  God. 

3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 
Nor  pleasure's  flow'ry  road. 

Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  Not  health  or  friendship  here  below, 
Nor  wealth,  that  golden  load, 

Can  such  delights  and  comforts  show, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 


OF    ISRAEL.  39 

5  When  I  m  love  am  made  to  bear, 
Affliction's  needful  rod, 

Light,  sweet,  and  kind,  the  strokes  appear, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

6  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blast, 
And  dark  distraction's  road, 

I  'm  happy,  if  I  can  but  taste 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

7  And  when  the  icy  arms  of  death 
Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 

With  joy  1 11  yield  my  latest  breath, 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

8  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend, 
And  join  that  blest  abode — 

There  an  eternity  I  '11  spend, 
In  fellowship  with  God. 


HYMN  33.    C.  M. 

TC^TTHAT  poor  despised  company 
If   Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 

Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 
Ah,  those  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 

And  lo !  for  joy  they  sing. 

2  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen, 

The  world  is  not  apprised. 
But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged  thorny  maze  l. 
Why,  that's  the  way" their  leader  trod, 

They  love  to  keep  his  wars. 


40  SYtEET    SINGER. 

3  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path, 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 

The  open  road  to  hell. 
What,  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 

No  other  can  be  found. 

HYMN   34.    P.M. 

HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection, 
Of  youthful  connexions,  and  innocent  joy, 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  with  mercies  —  with  peace  from  on 
high. 

1  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  sire  and  my  mother, 
The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  ranged  on  each  hand  : 
And  that  richest  of  books,  which  excelled  every 

other, 
The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, — 
At  morn  and  at  evening,  could  yield  us  delight, 
And  the  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation 
For  mercy  by  day,  and  for  safety  through  night, 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony  swell- 
ing, 

All  warm  from  the  hearts  of  the  family  band, 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous  dwell- 
ing, 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lav  on  the  stand — 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity,  long  have  we  parted; 
My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no  more, 


OP   ISRAEL.  41 

In  sorrow  and  sadness,  I  live  broken-hearted, 
And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore ; 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  protection, 
Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand  ? 
O  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction, 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand — 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

HYMN  35.     P.  M. 

LUKEWARM  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger, 
See  what  hosts  your  camp  surround — 
Arm  to  battle,  lag  no  longer, 

Hark !  the  silver  trumpets  sound, 
Wake,  ye  sleepers,  wake !  what  mean  you? 

Sin  besets  you  round  about, 
Up  and  search,  the  world  's  within  you, 
Slay,  or  chase  the  traitor  out. 

2  What  enchants  you,  sloth  or  pleasure  ? 
Pluck  right  eyes — with  right  hands  part ! 

Ask  your  conscience,  where  's  your  treasure? 

For  be  certain  there  's  your  heart : 
Give  the  fawning  foe  no  credit, 

See  the  bloody  flag  unfurl'd  ; 
That  base  heart,  the  truth  hath  said  it, 
Loves  not  God,  that  loves  the  world. 

3  God  and  mammon  !  O,  be  wiser, 
Serve  them  bolh!  it  cannot  be  ; 

Ease  and  warfare,  saint  and  miser, 

These  can  never  well  agree : 
Shun  the  shame  of  basely  falling, 

Cumber'd  captives,  clogg'd  with  clay, 
Prove  your  faith,  make  sure  your  calling, 

Wield  the  sword,  and  win  the  day. 

4  Onward  press  toward  perfection, 
Watch  and  pray,  and  all  things  prove  ; 

Seek  to  know  your  own  election, 
Set  your  hearts  on  things  above : 


SWEET   SINGER 

HYMN  36.    L  M 
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Until  I  heard  my  Saviours  vVoe. 
^.sPakeatonce  ray  sins  for  ; 
And  washed  my  bad  of  guilTS  • 
AgnTXme£l°ry>  Peace'  and  heaved 

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The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding^ 

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4  *e  heedless  ones  that  wildly  stroll 

■SSttpSaSL 

And  with  a  sigh  move  slow  alon- •        ' 
With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown 


OF    ISRAEL.  4d 

5  Your  souls  will  land  in  darker  realms, 

Wnere  vengeance  reigns  and  billows  roar, 
And  roll  amid  the  burning  flames, 

When  thousand,  thousand  years  are  o'er — 
Sunk  in  the  shades  of  endless  night, 

To  groan  and  howl  in  endless  pain, 
And  never  more  behold  the  light, 

Aud  never,  never  rise  again. 

Ye  blooming  youth,  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse ; 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 
Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 

No  longer  fight  against  your  God  ; 
But  with  the  Gospel  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


HYMN  37.    P.M. 

FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at 
hand, 
That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band ; 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,    my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  a 
while, 

We  '11  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence  smile : 
But  when  we  are  parted,  and  scattered  abroad, 
Let 's  pray  for  each  other,  and  wrestle  with  God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  dis- 

charged, 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  enlarged  : 
With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan  may 

roar, 
We  '11  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  stand  on  the  shore. 


44  SWEET    SINGER 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who  're  listed  for 

war, 
Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near ; 
Altho'  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he  '11  lead  you  to  peace. 

5  The  world,  and  the  devil,  and  hell  all  unite, 
And  bold  persecution  will  try  you  to  fright ; 
But  Jesus  is  for  you,  who  's  stronger  than  they, 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,   seeking  mourners,  with  sad  broken 

heart, 
O  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part ; 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended,  your  souls  to  receive. 

7  Farewell,    faithful    Christians,    farewell,    all 

around, 
Perhaps  we  11  not  meet  till  the  last  trump  shall 

sound ; 
To  meet  you  in  glory,  I  give  you  my  hand, 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  the  heavenly  land. 

HYMN  38.    P.  M. 

SEE  the  Lord  of  glory  dying, 
See  him  gasping,  hear  him  crying ; 
See  his  burden'd  bosom  heave  : 
Look  ye  sinners,  you  that  hung  him, 
Look  how  deep  your  stings  have  stung  him ; 
Dying  sinners,  look  and  live. 

2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  quaking; 
Earth  unto  her  centre  shaking ; 

Nature's  groans  awake  the  dead, 
Look  on  Phoebus  struck  with  wonders, 
While  the  peals  of  legal  thunders 

Smite  the  dear  Redeemer's  head. 

3  Heaven's  bright  melodious  legions, 
Chanting  through  the  tuneful  regions, 

Cease  to  thrill  the  quiv'ring  strings ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  45 

Songs  seraphic  all  suspended, 

Till  the  mighty  war  was  ended 

By  the  all-victorious  King. 

4  Hell  and  all  the  powers  infernal, 
Vanquish'd  by  the  King  Eternal, 

When  he  pour'd  the  vital  flood  ; 
By  his  groans  which  shook  creation, 
Lo !  we  found  a  proclamation ; 

Peace  and  pardon  by  his  blood. 

5  Shout,  ye  saints,  with  adoration — 
Fill  with  songs  the  wide  creation, 

Since  he 's  risen  from  the  grave : 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
To  the  rock  of  your  salvation, 

Who  alone  has  power  to  save. 

6  Bear,  with  patience,  tribulation, 
Overcoming  all  temptation, 

'Till  the  glorious  jubilee  ; 
Then  he  '11  come  with  bursts  of  thunder, 
Then  shall  we  adore  and  wonder, 

Singing  on  the  highest  key. 

HYMN  39.    P.  M. 

WHAT  think  you  of  Christ?  is  the  test 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme , 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  our  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 
And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot  * 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most : 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost. 


46  SWEET    SINGER 

So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  was  sure  he  was  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour,  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan; 
And  hope  he  ms  lie.:)  will  afford, 

When  they  have  aoce  all  that  they  can: 
If  doings  prove  rather  mo  light, 

(A  little,  they  own,  they  may  hit) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  we  Jl.t, 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scaie. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 
And  say  he 's  the  fountain  of  joys  ; 

Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice. 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys ; 

Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 
And  while  they  salute  him,  betray , 

Ah !  what  will  profession  like  this 
Avail  in  his  terrible  day  ? 

5  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
1  say  he 's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

Mv  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store  ; 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall  ; 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 

HYMN  40.    L.  M. 

A   SOLDIER,  Lord,  thou  bast  me  made, 
Thou  art  my  captain,  king,  and  head, 
And  under  thee  1  mean  to  fight, 
The  fight  of  faith  with  all  my  might. 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  ensign  of  our  conquering  Lord, 


OF    ISRAEL.  47 

The  Christian  soldier's  standard  is, 
And  I  will  fight  for  King  Jesus. 

2  Grant  me  the  arrows  of  thy  word, 
Thy  spirit's  powerful  two-edged  sword, 
To  slay  my  foes  where'er  they  be, 
And  own  the  victory  won  by  thee ; 
That  I  a  duteous  child  may  be, 

To  stand  and  fight  the  enemy  ; 

That  when  the  alarm 's  to  call,  the  Lord 

May  pass  the  word  unto  the  guard. 

3  Thou  art  my  guard,  keep  me,  I  pray, 
That  I  may  walk  the  narrow  way, 
Nor  from  my  duty  e'er  depart, 

But  live  to  Christ  with  all  my  heart  ; 
Help  me  to  keep  my  guardian  dress, 
And  march  to  th  right  in  holiness  ; 
O  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too, 
And  fit  to  stand  the  grand  review. 

4  And  when  our  general  he  has  come, 
With  sound  of  trumpet — not  with  drum, 
And  when  our  well-dress'd  rank  shall  stand 
In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand 

It 's  then  the  enemy  he  '11  rout, 
And  make  them  wheel  to  the  left  about  ; 
Then  we'll  march  up  the  heavenly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesu's  feet. 

5  The  war  is  o'er,  and  we  are  free 
To  join  the  blood-wash'd  company, 
Our  wages  shall  be  crowns  of  gold, 
And  joys  of  heaven  that,  can't  be  told. 
There  like  our  glorious  Lord  we  '11  shine, 
In  heavenly  concert  we  shall  join, 

And  praises  on  the  highest  key, 
Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. ' 


48  SWEET   SINGER 

HYMN  41.    P.  M. 

AUTHOR  of  mercies,  God  of  love! 
Whose  kind  compassion  still  we  prove, 
Our  praise  accept,  and  bless  us  here, 
Thus  brought  to  see — another  year. 

2  What  shall  we  render  to  thy  name, 
Or  how  thy  glorious  praise  proclaim ! 
Whose  constant,  kind,  indulgent  care 
Has  brought  us  to — another  year. 

3  Thy  bounty,  pity,  patience  too, 
With  thankful  hearts,  Lord,  we  review; 
And  own  we  've  had  a  plenteous  share, 
To  bring  us  to — another  year. 

4  Our  souls,  our  all,  we  here  resign, 
Make  us,  and  keep  us  ever  thine  ; 
And  grant  that  in  thy  love  and  fear, 
We  may  begin — another  year. 

5  Be  this  our  sweet  experience  still, 
To  know  and  do  thy  holy  will ; 
Then  shall  our  souls,  with  joy  sincere, 
Bless  thee  for  this — another  year. 

6  Help  us  to  walk,  as  in  thy  sight, 
With  growing  pleasure  and  delight; 
Then,  whether  life  or  death  appear, 
We  '11  bless  thee  for — another  year. 

7  Still,  Lord,  through  life  thv  love  display, 
And  then  in  death's  approaching  day, 
We'll  joyful  part  with  all  that's  here, 
Nor  wish  on  earth— another  year. 

HYMN  42.    P.  M. 

POOR  trembling  sinner,  tell  me  why 
Such  floods  of  grief  proceed  from  thee ! 
•  My  sins  distress  me,"  you  reply  ; — 
Then  look  to  Christ  on  Calvary. 


OF    ISRAEL.  49 

2  Behold  his  sacred  hands  stretch'd  wide, 
Fast  nail'd  upon  the  fatal  tree ; 

The  cruel  spear  thrust  in  his  side — 
O  look  by  faith  to  Calvary. 

3  See  !  streams  of  blood  flow  from  his  veins ; 
How  great  must  his  distresses  be ! 

Think  on  his  agonizing  pains, 
When  you  remember  Calvary. 

4  "  'Tis  finished,"  the  Redeemer  cried,     . 
And  paid  th'  amazing  price  for  thee ; 

Then  bow'd  his  sacred  head  and  died — 
O,  sinner,  look  on  Calvary ! 

5  Come  fall  with  love  at  Jesu's  feet, 
He  suffer'd  all  the  woes  for  thee ; 

Salvation's  work  he  made  complete, 
And  still  remembers  Calvary. 

6  He  reigns  a  Prince  exalted  high, 
An  ever-glorious  Priest  to  be ;  _ 

And  will  not  trembling  souls  deny, 
The  bliss  which  flows  from  Calvary. 

HYMN  43.    L.  M. 

HEAR,  gracious  God,  a  sinner's  cry, 
For  I  have  no  where  else  to  fly ; 
My  hope,  my  only  hope  's  in  thee, 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

2  To  thee  I  come,  a  sinner  poor, 
And  wait  for  mercy  at  thy  door ; 
Indeed  I  've  no  where  else  to  flee ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

3  To  thee  I  come,  a  sinner  weak, 
And  scarce  know  how  to  pray  or  speak; 
From  fear  and  weakness  set  me  free ; 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 
4 


50  SWEET   SINGER 

4  To  thee  I  come,  a  sinner  vile, 
Upon  me,  Lord,  vouchsafe  thy  smile  ; 
Mercy  alone  I  make  my  plea  ; 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

5  To  thee  I  come,  a  sinner  great, 
And  well  thou  knowest  all  my  state ; 
Yet  full  forgiveness  is  with  thee ; 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

6  To  thee  I  come,  a  sinner  lost, 
Nor  have  I  aught  wherein  to  trust ; 
But  where  thou  art,  Lord,  I  would  be ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

7  To  glory  bring  me,  Lord,  at  last, 
And  there,  when  all  my  fears  are  past, 
With  all  the  saints  I  '11  then  agree, 
God  has  been  merciful  to  me .' 


HYMN  44.    P.  M. 

YE  sons  of  war,  I  pray,  draw  near, 
And  list  as  generous  volunteers, 
Become  our  royal  brothers  here, 

I  mean  as  valiant  soldiers ; 
You'll  enter  into  present  pay, 
And  feasting  live  from  day  to  day. 
Turn  right  about  and  march  away, 
And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

2  Ye  careless  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
Who  long  have  trod  in  folly's  ways, 
O  turn  about  to  Zion's  face, 

And  meet  Apollyon's  forces  ; 
Gird  on  your  sword  and  glitt'ring  shield, 
And  with  your  helmet  take  the  field, 
And  fight  your  way  and  never  yield, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 


OF    ISBAEL. 

3  The  bounty  you  shall  have  in  hand, 
If  you  will  list  in  Jesu's  band, 

Your  captain  in  the  front  will  stand, 

And  beat  your  foes  before  you  ; 
Come,  throw  your  rebel  weapons  down, 
And  seek  for  honour  and  renown, 
And  you  shall  wear  a  starry  crown, 
For  Jesus  will  support  you. 

4  You  long  have  been  the  slaves  of  sin, 
With  dire  corruption  deep  within  ; 
The  Christian  warfare  now  begin, 

And  face  Apollyon's  forces  ; 
The  breast-plate  take  of  righteousness, 
Your  feet  be  shod  with  gospel  peace, 
Be  daily  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

5  Desert  the  cause  of  Heaven's  foe, 
Before  you  plunge  in  endless  woe; 
Now  courage  take,  to  Jesus  go, 

And  he  will  now  receive  you ; 
From  sin  and  Satan  you  '11  get  free, 
And  happy  seasons  you  shall  see, 
And  gain  the  Christian's'"  liberty, 

For  Jesus  will  support  you. 

6  No  more  in  Satan's  ranks  appear, 
But  to  our  banner  pray  draw  near, 
We  '11  win  the  day,  you^ieed  not  fear, 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose  us ; 
Our  Captain  he  is  always  brave, 
And  able  still  his  men  to  save, 
He  conquer'd  death,  hell,  and  the  grave, 

And  he  will  still  support  you. 

7  Let  not  sinners  you  affright, 
Altho'  they  rage  and  vent  their  spite, 
Wear  but  the  Christian's  armour  right, 

And  none  can  stand  before  you ; 


52  WEET    SINGER 

Altho'  your  parents  should  oppose, 
Your  dearest  friends  become  your  foes, 
Yet  sweetly  with  the  Gospel  close, 
And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

8  And  when  the  war  is  at  an  end, 
Our  captain  still  will  be  our  friend, 
We  '11  wing  our  way  and  up  ascend, 

To  reign  with  him  in  glory  ; 
Then  shall  our  tears  bo  wiped  away, 
Our  night  be  turned  to  endless  day, 
And  on  our  golden  harps  we  '11  play, 

The  joyful  song  of  heaven. 

HYMN  45.    C.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
O,  how  I  long  for  thee ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
Most  glorious  to  behold ; 

Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 
My  study  long  have  been; 

Such  dazzling  views  ^by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 

What  folly 's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die,  and  go  from  hence  ? 

5  Reach  down,  O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 
And  cause  me  to  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 


OF    ISRAEL.  53 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory 's  gone, 
Him  will  I  go  and  see ; 

And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 
I  leave  you  in  God's  care; 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 
Go  on,  I  '11  meet  you  there. 

8  When  we  've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 
Bright  shining  as  the  sun; 

We  've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  46.    P.  M. 

THE  Lord 's  into  his  garden  come, 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive : 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  0,  how  this  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  shall  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become, 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose; 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  coming  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  : 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me, 

Who  come  to  Christ,  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive ; 


54  SWEET    SINGER 

None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent, 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 
The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesu's  ways  go  on : 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesu's  throne  on  high ! 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We  '11  drink  a  full  supply ; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  'T  is  there  we  '11  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing. 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home : 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen,  Amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I  'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there ; 
Now  here  's  my  heart,  and  here 's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


D 


HYMN  47.    P.  M. 

ARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert, 
Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way. 


OF    ISRAEL.  55 

Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day  ; 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  O,  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 
Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 

Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you : 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne  ; 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the"  wine-press  trod  alone. 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 
He  who  bids  the  planets  roll : 

He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 
And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole 

Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 
Ready  to  obey  command, 

Thev  are  always  hov'ring  round  you, 
Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  There,  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest ; 

Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  for  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high, 
There  on  golden  harps  for  ever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky ! 

5  There  a  million  flaming  seraphs 
Fly  across  the  heavenly  plain, 

Where  they  sing  immortal  praises ; 

Glory,  glory,  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert, 

Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 


56  SWEET    SINGER 

And  the  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 
Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

6  O  their  crowns!  how  bright  they  sparkle, 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore  : 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 

HYMN  48.    P.  M. 

HOLY  Bible!  book  divine! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  I 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came  ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am.     . 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
Mine,  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet  ,- 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless; 
Mine,  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 

HYMN  49.    L.  M. 

ONCE  more,  dear  brethren,  join  to  smg, 
Jesus,  our  God,  our  heavenly  King ; 
His  praise  proclaim,  with  sweet  accord, 
And  worship  him,  for  he 's  your  Lord. 


OF    ISRAEL.  57 

2  O  make  his  praise,  in  all  you  do, 
Your  blessedness  and  business  too ! 
This,  as  your  sweet  employ,  regard, 
To  worship  him,  for  he 's  your  Lord. 

3  Before  him  walk  in  humble  faith, 
And  in  him  trust  in  life  and  death; 
Worthy  is  he  to  be  ador'd ; 

Then  worship  him,  for  he 's  your  Lord. 

4  Tho'  from  each  other  here  we  part,     • 
With  him,  we  trust,  we  're  joined  in  heart ; 
He  's  our  exceeding  great  reward, 

And  him  we  '11  worship  as  our  Lord. 

5  Ere  long  our  happy  souls  shall  meet 
In  glory,  boundless   and  complete; 
And  there,  according  to  his  word, 
For  ever  worship  him,  our  Lord. 

HYMN  50.    L.  M. 

LIKE  a  ship,  see  the  Church !  through  the  ocean 
she  rolls, 
Well  ballast  with  grace,  and  mann'd  out  with 

live  souls, 
Midst  whirlwinds   and   tempests   she   sails  thro' 

the  world, 
While  storms  and  temptation  against  her  are  hurl'd. 

2  She  is  bound  from  the  world,  through  the  tem- 

pest she  flies  ; 
She  mounts  o'er  the  billows,  is  bound  to  the  skies  ; 
While  Christ's  at  the  helm,  no  danger  we  fear, 
Her  captain  and  pilot  knows  which  way  to  steer. 

3  She  stops  not  to  anchor  in  harbours  below, 
But    o'er   life's   rough   billows  her  true   course 

doth  go ; 
The  highlands  of  heaven  she  still  keeps  in  view, 
Intends  there  to  anchor,  and  there  land  her  crew. 


58  SWEET    SINGER 

4  While  hell  and  her  legions  around  her  do  roar, 
Like  the  waves  of  the  ocean  which  break  on  the 

shore, 
She  steers  her  course  onward,  nor  heeds  the  alarm, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel  she  smiles  at  the  storm. 

5  The  ebb  tide  of  nature  which  feeds  the  dead  sea, 
And  the  gulf  of  confusion,  together  agree 

To  hinder  her  progress,  her  march  to  oppose ; 
She  spreads  forth  more  canvas,  and  outsails  her 
foes. 

6  She  is  hated  by  the  world,  despised  by  fools, 
Who  sail  the  black  sea  till  they  shipwreck  their 

souls  ; 
She  kindly  invites  them  their  course  to  bewail, 
Yet  tarries  not  for  them,  but  spreads  the  more  sail. 

7  She  is  rapidly  sailing  with  strong  gales  of  love, 
And  soon  will  strike  soundings  on  the  fair  coast 

above, 
Make  the  high  lands  of  Zion,  and  enter  the  road, 
And  anchor  for  ever  in  the  kingdom  of  God. 

HYMN  51.    P.  M. 
RETHREN,  we  have  met  to  worship 
And  adore  the  Lord  our  God; 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 

While  we  try  to  preach  the  word  ? 
All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  holy  one  comes  down — 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 
2  Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  you 

Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  woe, 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
See  our  fathers,  and  our  mothers, 

And  our  children  sinking  down ; 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 


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OF    ISRAEL.  59 

3  Brethren,  here  are  poor  backsliders, 
Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door, 

But  they  have  be  tray 'd  their  Saviour, 
And  are  worse  than  e'er  before ; 

Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon, 
If  they  will  lament  their  wound, 

Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  shovver'd  all  around. 

4  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help,  as 
Moses'  sister  helped  him, 

While  you  see  the  trembling  sinners 
Who  are  struggling  hard  with  sin  ? 

Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 
Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found  ; 

Pray  on,  sisters,  and  the  manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

5  Let  us  love  our  God  supremely, 
Let  us  love  each  other  too, 

Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 
Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new : 

Then  he  '11  call  us  home  to  heav'n, 
At  his  table  we  '11  sit  down, 

Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us 
With  sweet  manna  all  around. 


HYMN  52.    L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  heart !  my  soul,  arise ! 
This  is  the  day  believers  prize ; 
Improve  this  sabbath  then  with  care ; 
Another  may  not  be  thy  share. 

2  O  solemn  thought — Lord,  give  me  pow'r, 
Wisely  to  fill  up  ev'ry  hour  : 
O  for  blessings  of  faith  and  love 
To  bear  my  heart  and  soul  above. 


60  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Jesus,  assist,  nor  let  me  fail 
To  worship  thee  within  the  veil ; 
To  glorify  thy  matchless  grace, 
To  see  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 

4  Go  with  me  to  thy  house  to-day, 
And  tune  my  heart  to  praise  and  pray  ; 
Like  dew,  command  thy  word  to  fall, 
Refreshing,  quick'ning,  saving  all. 

5  Call  forth  my  thoughts,  and  let  them  rove 
O'er  the  green  pastures  of  thy  love — 

O  let  not  sin  prevent  my  rest, 

Nor  keep  me  from  my  Saviour's  breast. 

6  Give  to  thy  church  a  large  increase, 
Send  her  prosperity  and  peace — 
May  all  the  saints  in  Zion  say, 

O  happy,  happy,  happy  day. 

HYMN  53.    P.  M. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  thro'  this  barren  land  ; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 
Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 
Strong  delivrer! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heav'nly  manna, 
In  this  barren  wilderness  ; 

Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner, 
Be  my  robe  of  righteousness  : 
Fight  and  conquer 
All  my  foes  by  sov'reign  grace. 


OF    ISRAEL.  61 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Foe  to  death  and  hell's  destruction, 

Land  me  sale  on  Canaan's  side : 
Songs  of  praises 

1  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN  54.    P.  M. 

BEGONE  !  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear ; 
By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform — 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Tho'  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide ; 

Tho'  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think 
He  '11  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good   pleasure   to   bring  me  quite 

through. 

4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  is  food  : 

Tho'  painful  at  present,  't  will  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  O  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song. 

HYMN  55.    L.  M. 

INQUIRING  souls  who  long  to  find 
Pardon  of  sin  and  peace  of  mind, 
Attend  the  voice  of  God  to-day, 
Who  bids  you  seek  the  good  old  way. 

2  The  righteousness,  th'  atoning  blood 
Of  Jesus,  is  the  way  to  God  ; 
O  may  you  then  no  longer  stray, 
But  walk  in  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 


62  SWEET    SINGER 

3  The  prophets,  and  apostles  too, 
Pursu'd  this  path  while  here  below  ; 
Then  let  no  fear  your  souls  dismay, 
But  come  to  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

HirMN  56.    P.  M 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  thy  days   may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee — O,  be  not  dismay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 
For  I  will  be  with  tkee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  path-way  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  63 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavour  to  shake 
[  '11  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake. 

HYMN  57.    P.  M. 

DROOPING  saints,  no  longer  grieve, 
Heaven  is  propitious, 
If  on  Christ  you  do  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Jesus,  who  is  passing  by, 

Calls  the  mourners  to  him; 
He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  a  healing  fountain; 

See  the  heart-consoling  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
See  the  living  waters  move, 

For  the  sick  and  dying ; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 

3  Grace's  store  is  always  free, 
Drooping  souls  to  gladden; 

Jesus  calls,  "  come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy  laden." 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven; 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

"All  shall  be  forgiven." 

4  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say, 
I  will  go  and  prove  him ; 

If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 

Surely,  I  shall  love  him. 
Yes,  I  see  the  Father  smile, 

Smiling  move  my  burden ; 
All  is  grace,  for  I  am  vile, 

Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 


64  SWEET    SINGER 

5  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows, 
Now  I  know,  I  "feel  it  ; 

Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to"  tell  it. 
Jesu's  blood  has  heal'd  my  wounds, 

Oh  the  wond'rous  story ; 
I  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Glory!  Glory!  Glory! 

6  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name, 
Saints  are  bound  to  love  him; 

Mourners  you  may  do  the  same, 
Only  come  and  prove  him. 

Hasten  to  the  Saviour's  blood, 
Feel  it  and  declare  it; 

Oh  that  I  could  sing  so  loud, 
That  the  world  might  hear  it. 

7  If  no  greater  joys  are  known 
In  the  upper  regions; 

I  will  try  to  travel  on, 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven 's  here,  and'  heaven 's  there, 

Glory  's  here  and  yonder ; 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  Amen, 

While  the  angels  wonder. 

HYMN  58.    L.  M. 

THOUGH  in  the  outward  church  below, 
The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow ; 
Jesus  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up. 

CHORUS. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here; 


OF    ISRAEL.  65 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew  ? 
For  soon  the  reaping,  fyc. 

3  Oh  !  this  will  aggravate  their  case, 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace  ; 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

For  soon  the  reaping,  fyc. 

4  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet, 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat ; 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

For  soon  the  reaping,  §c. 

5  The  tares  are  spar'd  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends  ; 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

For  soon  the  reaping,  fyc. 

6  But  tho'  they  grow  so  tall  and  'strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long ; 
In  harvest  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

For  soon  the  reaping,  6[C. 

7  Most  awful  thought,  and  is  it  so  ? 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know  ? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare  ? 
Me,  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 

For  soon  the  reaping,  $c. 

HYMN  59.    P.  M. 

YE  children  of  Zion,  who  're  aiming  for  glory, 
Enlisted  with  Jesus  to  fight  against  hell, 
New  Canaan's  bright  borders  are  now  just  before 

you, 
Though  Jordan's  proud  billows  its  banks  overswell. 
5 


66  SWEET    SINGES 

Ten  thousands  have  cross'd  it,  and  are  now  in  glory, 
A  shouting  and  telling  the  triumphant  story, 
And  Jesus  our  Saviour  will  bring  us  all  over, 
In  the  land  of  sweet  Canaan,  for  ever  to  dwell. 

2  This  makes  my  heart  joyful,  it  fills  me  with 

pleasure, 
That  surf 'ring  and  toiling  will  one  day  be  o'er, 
At  the  feet  of  my  Saviour  I  '11  there  count  my 

treasure, 
Where  sin,  pain,  and  sorrow,  can  reach  me  no  more. 
Be  bold  and  courageous,  and  fear  not  the  devil, 
Though  he  should  speak  of  you  all  manner  of  evil, 
For  tho'  Satan  rages,  yet  Jesus  engages 
To  bring  us  all  shouting  to  Canaan's  bright  shore. 

3  Like  ships  on  the  ocean,  we  're  toss'd  by  com- 

motion, 

But  Christ  is  the  pilot,  and  he  's  a  sure  guide ; 

If  sick  and  afflicted,  kind  love  has  a  lotion, 

Which  flows  in  abundance  from  Jesus's  side. 

Though  Satan's  wild  whirlwinds  like  deluges  roar- 
ing, 

And  floods  of  temptation  as  hail  are  down  pouring, 

Though  devils  should  haunt  you,  yet  let  them  not 
daunt  you, 

For  Jesus  rules  over  the  wind  and  the  tide. 

4  I  feel  his  love  blazing,  my  spirits,  are  rising, 
Had  I  angels'  pinions,  away  I  would  go, 

And  see  that  bright  city,  and  hear  angels  praising 
And  all  the  enjoyment  of  glory  to  know. 
To  our  great  Father,  that  shines  throughout  hea- 
ven, 
All  glory  from  saints  and  from  angels  be  given ; 
My  heart 's  all  on  fire,  my  Jesus  draw?s  nigher, 
His  love,  like  an  ocean,  all  through  me  doth  flow. 

5  His  love  so  constrains  me,  this  earth  can't  contain 

me, 
My  soul  is  so  joyful,  I  'm  fifl'd  with  new  wine, 


OF    ISRAEL.  67 

T  is  grace  that  supports  me,  and  glory  awaits  me, 
While  beams  from  sweet  heaven  all  round  me  do 

shine. 
Bright  angels  attend  me  where'er  I  am  going, 
Sweet  Jesus  directs  me,  whatever  I  'm  doing ; 
A  subject  of  wonder,  on  which  angels  ponder, 
That  beggars  are  raised  to  a  life  so  divine. 

HYxMN  60.    P.  M. 

HEAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Published  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour." 

Jesus  reigns,  fyc. 

3  Hear,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
Here  are  life  and  free  salvation, 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

Jesus  reigns,  fyc, 

4  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy, 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly ; 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  for  ever, 
Oh  now  turn  to  God  the  Saviour. 

Jesus  reigns,  tyc. 

5  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  he  was  crucified, 
Conquer'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven, 
Life  eternal 's  through  him  given. 

Jesus  reigns,  fyc. 


68  SWEET   SINGER. 

6  Here  are  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come,  and  purchase  without  money; 
Mercy  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

Jesus  reigns,  fyc. 

7  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightnings'  blazes, 
Sh^ut  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

Jesus  reigns,  SfC. 

8  Now  our  hearts  have  caught  new  fire, 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher ; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 

To  the  King  of  our  salvation. 

Jesus  reigns,  fyc. 

9  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

Jesus  reigns,  tyc. 

10  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brighter  world  of  glory. 

Jesus  reigns,  <SfC. 

HYMN  61.    P.M. 

COME  tell  me,  wandering  sinner, 
_     Say  whither  dost  thou  roam, 
Over  this  wide  world  a  stranger, 
Hast  thou  no  Saviour  known  ? 
He  calls  you  to  his  bosom, 
But  ah  !  you  still  delay  : 
He  '11  fit  your  soul  for  heaven. 
And  guide  you  in  the  way. 


OF    ISRAEL.  69 

2  Angels  are  now  attending, 
To  waft  the  news  above, 

Your  Saviour  still  presenting 

The  joys  of  pard'ning  love; 
Oh !  come,  accept  the  offer 

Of  pardon  and  free  grace, 
And  own  the  mighty  power, 

In  songs  of  love  and  praise. 

3  All  your  sorrows  he  '11  remove, 
His  grace  and  peace  bestow  ; 

Heaven's  glories  you  shall  prove, 

As  angels  now  do  know, 
All  his  love  can  ne'er  be  told, 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay ; 
Still  his  glory  will  unfold, 

In  realms  of  endless  day. 

HYMN  62.    P.  M. 

BROTHER  soldier,  still  fight  on, 
Till  the  battle  thou  hast  won ; 
The  great  Captain  thou  didst  choose 
Never  did  a  battle  lose. 
We  his  soldiers  sure  shall  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 

2  Advocates  for  sin  do  say 
We  can  never  win  the  day, 
Would  discourage  all  the  host ; 
Meanly  yield — the  battle 's  lost. 

We  his  soldiers,  &c. 

3  They  that  do  his  host  defy, 
Shall  before  his  presence  fly; 
If  we  on  our  Captain  call, 
They  like  Jericho  shall  fall. 

We  his  soldiers,  &c. 

4  Still  fight  on,  and  you  shall  see 
All  the  sons  of  Anak  flee, 


70  SWEET    SINGER 

Fear  them  not,  tho'  they  be  tall, 
Our  great  Captain  conquers  all. 

More  than  conqu'rors  we  shall  be 

Happy  thro'  eternity. 


HYMN  63.    P.  M. 

YE  angels  who  mortals  attend, 
And  minister  comfort  in  woe, 
Come  listen,  ye  heavenly  friends, 

My  happier  story  to  know. 
I  sing  of  a  theme  most  sublime, 
No  sorrow  my  song  can  control  ; 

1  sing  of  the  rapturous  time 

When  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

2  When  guilt  my  poor  heart  did  assail, 
Because  I  had  wandered  from  God  ; 

I  strove  my  sad  case  to  bewail, 

My  sins  were  a  cumberous  load. 
O  Saviour  have  mercy,  I  cry'd ! 

0  pardon  a  wretch  that 's  so  vile  ! 
Then  quickly  his  blood  was  apply 'd, 

I      And  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

,  3  My  guilt  like  the  cloud  of  the  morn, 

Was  chas'd  in  a  moment  away  ; 
The  joy  of  my  soul  newly  born 

Increas'd  like  the  dawning  of  day. 
My  Saviour  redeem'd  me  from  sin, 

He  saves  not  in  part,  but  in  whole  ; 
He  writes  his  salvation  within, 

For  Oh  !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soid. 

4  I  now  am  so  bless'd  with  his  love, 

1  covet  not  earth's  greatest  store ; 
He  visits  me  oft  from  above — 

I  have  him,  I  want  nothing  more  :    ■ 
Resign'd  to  his  pleasure  I  live, 
Till  time's  latest  circle  shall  roll, 


OF    ISRAEL.  71 

His  utmost  salvation  receive, 
For  Oh  !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

5  Nor  Satan  nor  sin  can  dismay, 
No  danger  my  soul  can  affright, 

While  onward  to  mansions  of  day 

I  go  in  Emanuel's  might: 
Though  earth  in  convulsions  shall  rend 

From  the  centre  quite  thro'  to  each  pole, 
I  '11  smile,  for  I  'm  sure  of  a  friend, 

Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

6  Ye  angels  who  hear  while  I  sing, 

Send  your  wings  and  I  '11  quickly  be  gone, 
I  '11  hasre  to  my  Saviour  and  King, 

To  join  with  the  hcav'nly  throng; 
'T  is  there  I  '11  eternally  feast, 

On  the  joys  that  enrapture  the  whole; 
All  heaven  would  welcome  the  guest, 

Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

7  Farewell  to  earth's  glittering  toys, 
Farewell  to  my  friends  and  my  foes ; 

I  haste  from  these  scenes  to  the  skies, 

Where  pleasure  eternally  flows  : 
He  bids  mc  leave  all  for  his  sake — 

I  '11  run  till  I  reach  the  blessed  goal ; 
Then  me  to  his  arms  he  will  take, 

Oh !  there  he  '11  speak  peace  to  my  soul. 

HYMN  64.    P.  M. 

COME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free, 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 

Dear  desire  of  ev'rv  nation, 
Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  heart. 


72  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver; 
Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  King; 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


HYMN  65.    P.  M. 

HOSANNA  to  Jesus !  I  'm  filled  with  his  praise?. 
Come,  O  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me  to 
sing, 
No  theme  is  so  charming,  no  love  is  so  warming. 
It  gives  joy  and  gladness  and  comlbrt  w  ithin. 

2  Hosanna  is  ringing !  I'm  happy  while  singing. 
And  shouting  the  praises  of  Jesus's  name : 
The  angels  in  glory  repeat  the  glad  siory 

Of  Jesus's  love,  which  is  made  known  to  men. 

3  Hosanna  to  Jesus  !  who  died  to  redeem  us, 
I'll  serve  him  and  love  him  wherever  I  go; 
And  now  gone  to  heav'n,  the  Spirit  he  's  given 
To  quicken  and  comfort  his  children  below. 

4  Hosanna  for  ever !  his  grace,  like  a  river, 
Is  rising  and  spreading  all  over  the  land  ; 
His  love  is  unbounded,  to  all  it 's  extended, 
And  sinners  are  feeling  the  heavenly  flame. 

5  Hosanna  to  Jesus !  my  soul  how  it  pleases 
To  see  sinners  falling,  and  crying  to  God  : 
Then    shouting    and    praising,   they  cry,  "'Tis 

amazing, 
"  We  've  found  peace  and  pardon  in  Jesus's  blood. 


•  OF    ISRAEL.  73 

6  "  Hosanna  is  ringing!  hark  how  they  are  singing, 
"  All  glory  to  Jesus,  we  've  tasted  his  love." 

The  kingdom  of  heaven  to  mortals  is  given, 
And  rolls  through  my  soul  from  the  mansions  above, 

7  Hosanna  to  Jesus !  my  soul  feels  him  precious  ; 
in  bright  beams  of  glory  he  comes  from  above. 
My  heart  is  now  glowing,  I  feel  his  love  flowing ; 
I  'rn  sure  that  my  Jesus  1  really  do  love. 

8  Hosanna  is  ringing  !  the  saints  now  are  singing, 
And  marching  to  glory  in  bright  royal  bands  : 
Come  on,  my  dear  brethren,  let 's  press  towards 

heaven, 
For  Jesus  invites  us  with  crowns  in  his  hand. 

9  Hosanna  to  Jesus !  my  soul  sweetly  rises, 

1  '11  soon  be  transported  to  a  happier  clime, 
Where  T  shall  see  Jesus,  and  dwell  on  his  praises, 
And  with  him  in  glory  eternally  shine. 

HYMN  66.    P.  M. 

THE  trump  of  the  gospel  resounds  through  the 
land, 
Repent,  for  the  kingdom  of  heaven  's  at  hand ; 
Awake,  thou  that  steepest,  arise  from  the  dead, 
And  Christ  shall  enlighten  thy  heart  and  thy  head. 

2  While  the  rich,  poor,  wise,  simple,  the  aged  and 

youth, 
In  the  north,  south,  and  west,  are  embracing  the 

truth ; 
Bring  near,  heavenly  Father,  to  us  the  glad  hour, 
The  times  of  refreshing,  the  day  of  thy  power. 

3  With  bowels  of  mercy,  oh  Jesus,  survey 
The  great  congregation  assembled  to-day ; 
Of  various  tenets,  the  price  of  thy  blood, 
Who  all  have  revolted  and  wander'd  from  God. 


74  SWEET    SINGER 

4  With  the  cloud  of  thy  glory  o'ershadow  the  whole, 
A  deep  veneration  impress  on  each  soul ; 

And  strengthen  thy  servants  thy  word  to  proclaim, 
And  work  for  the  honour  and  praise  of  thy  name. 

5  In  copious  effusion  thy  free  Spirit  shed, 
Requicken  the  living,  and  quicken  the  dead; 
Thy  image  celestial  on  penitents  stamp, 
And  waken  the  shout  of  a  king  in  the  camp. 

6  Bring  bigotry  prostrate,  like  Dagon  of  old, 
O'erturn  Satan'd  king,  thy  standard  unfold  ; 
And  raise  up  an  army,  thy  name  to  adore, 
While  life's  current  flows,  and  when  time  is  no 

more. 


HYMN  67.    P.  M. 

WHITHER  goesf  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Passing  through  this  darksome  vale  ? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ( 

CHORUS. 

I  'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 
Wandering  o'er  this  waste  so  wide  ; 

Yet  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I  'm  blest  with  such  a  guide. 

I'm  bound  for,  $c. 

3  Such  a  guide! — no  guide  attends  thee; 
Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise ; 

If  some  guardian  power  befriends  thee, 
'T  is  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

Tin  bound  for,  tyc. 


OF    ISRAEL.  75 

4  Yes,  unseen — but  still,  believe  me, 
Such  a  guide  my  steps  attends  : 

He  '11  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  from  every  harm  defends. 

I'm  bound  for,  tyc. 

5  Pilgrim !  see  that  stream  before  thee ! 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale, 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail ! 

I'm  bound  for,  SfC. 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 
To  its  brink  my  steps  I  bend ; 

There  to  plunge  will  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

I'm  bound  for,  fyc. 

7  While  I  gazed — with  speed  surpassing 
Down  the  stream  she  plunged  from  sight: 

Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising. 
Like  an  angel,  clothed  with  light. 

I'm  bound  for,  $c. 


HYMN  68.    P.  M. 

HEAR  the  gospel  trumpet  sounding 
Louder  than  the  ocean's  roar! 
Hear  it  from  the  hills  resounding, 
Break  in  music  on  the  shore ! 

Hear  it,  mourner, 
Let  thy  sorrows  flow  no  more. 

2  Where  the  gothic  altars  solemn 
Fed  a  feeble,  flickering  flame, 

Wesley,  leaning  on  a  column, 
Called  on  God,  his  Saviour's  name  ; 

Then  from  heaven 
Fires  of  living  glory  came. 


76  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Brighter  with  his  mission  glowing, 
Earth  grew  sweet  with  Sharon's  rose  ; 

Songs,  like  those  of  Eden  flowing, 
Broke  the  rubric's  dull  repose. 

Then  in  power, 
Banner,  star,  and  cross  arose. 

4  See  another  angel  flying 
O'er  the  broad  Atlantic  wave ! 

Asb'ry  lifts  his  trumpet,  crying 
"  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save." 

Happy  tidings! 
Millions  in  the  fountains  lave. 

5  Now  a  thousand  trumpets  thunder, 
Deep  along  the  vaulted  sky  ; 

Now  they  part  the  spheres  asunder, 
While  the  lightning  arrows  fly- 
Deep  conviction 
Fills  with  tears  the  sinner's  eye. 

6  O'er  the  silver  Lake  of  Simcoe, 
Hear  the  Indian  chorus  swell ! 

Softly  blending  with  night's  echo, 
All  these  strains  of  Jesus  tell ; 

Precious  music! 
Like  the  gush  of  Elim's  well. 

7  Blessed  Jesus,  reign  for  ever ! 
Seated  high  on  victory's  car  ; 

Bend  the  nations  to  thy  sceptre, 
Wave  thine  ensigns  from  afar. 

Hallelujah ! 
Thou  art  Christ,  the  morning  star. 

HYMN  69.    P.  M. 

WHO  will  go  to  rear  the  standard 
Of  the  cross  in  heathen  lands, 
Where  the  people  sit  in  darkness, 
Bound  by  superstition's  bands  ? 


OF    ISRAEL.  77 

Who  will  leave  their  friends  and  country, 

Bid  adieu  to  earthly  bliss, 
Yield  their  lives  a  willing  offering, 

To  so  great  a  work  as  this  ? 

2  Who  will  go  to  Afric  's  centre, 
Tell  the  Ethiop  there 's  a  God, 

Point  him  to  the  crimson  fountain 

Of- a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood? 
Who  will  climb  the  Rocky  Mountains, 

Thro'  the  Western  forests  stray, 
Where  thick  gloom  and  pagan  darkness 

Long  have  held  unrivalled  sway  ? 

3  Oh  !  for  Paul's  denying  spirit, 
For  his  missionary  zeal : 

And  the  perfect  love  of  Jesus, 

Ev'ry  Christian  heart  to  fill. 
Then  the  earth  would  soon  be  covered 

With  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  far-off  isles  of  Ocean 

Soon  would  all  receive  his  word. 


HYMN  70.    P.  M. 

HAIL,  thou  everlasting  Saviour ! 
Prince  and  God  of  earth  and  sky! 
In  thy  blood  we  all  find  favour, 

Through  thy  name  salvation 's  free  : 

E'en  the  vilest 
May  redemption  find  in  thee  ! 

2  Let  the  news  of  thy  salvation 
Reach  the  bound'ries  of  the  world, 

And  in  every  land  and  nation 
May  thy  banner  be  unfurl  'd — 

In  oblivion 
Superstition  shall  be  hurl'd. 


78  SWEET    SINGER 

3  While  thy  heralds  cross  the  ocean, 
Fearless  of  each  dangerous  wave ; 

Fill  their  hearts  with  sweet  devotion, 
Save  them  from  a  wat'ry  grave. 

Land  them  safely 
Where  the  briny  billows  lave. 

4  Be  their  fortress  and  their  tower  ; 
Be  their  shield  and  hiding  place  : 

And,  in  ev'ry  trying  hour, 
Aid  them  with  thy  mighty  grace; 

Be  their  Saviour 
In  each  moment  of  distress. 

5  While  they  preach  the  truths  of  heaven, 
On  each  superstitious  shore, 

May  the  poor  benighted  heathen 
Feel  thy 'spirit's  quick'ning  power — 

And  confess  thee, 
And  thy  holy  name  adore. 

6  May,  from  all  the  hills  and  mountains, 
From  the  valleys  and  the  plains, 

Loud  hosannas  (like  the  fountains) 
Soon  burst  forth  in  ceaseless  strains — 

Hallelujah  : 
Lo !  the  great  Messiah  reigns ! 


HYMN  71.    P.  M. 

MORN  is  the  time  to  wake  : 
The  eye-lids  to  unclose  : 
Spring  from  the  arms  of  sleep,  and  break 

The  fetters  of  repose ; 
Walk  at  the  dewy  dawn  abroad, 
And  hold  sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

2  Morn  is  the  time  to  pray, 
How  lovely  and  how  sweet, 


OF    ISRAEL.  79 

To  send  oar  earliest  thoughts  away, 

Up  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Ambassadors,  for  us,  to  claim 

A  blessing  in  our  Maker's  name. 

3  Morn  is  the  time  to  sing  : 
How  charming  't  is  to  hear 

The  mingling  notes  of  nature  ring 

In  the  delighted  ear ! 
And  with  that  swelling  anthem  raise 
The  soul's  fresh  matin  song  of  praise ! 

4  Morn  is  the  time  to  sow 
The  seeds  of  heavenly  truth, 

While  balmy  breezes  softly  blow 

Upon  the  soil  of  youth  : 
And  look  to  thee,  nor  look  in  vain, 
To  God  for  sunshine  and  for  rain. 

5  Morn  is  the  time  to  love : 
As  tendrils  of  the  vine, 

The  young  affections  fondly  rove, 
And  seek  them  where  to  twine  ; 
Around  thyself,  in  thine  embrace, 
Lord,  let  them  find  a  resting  place. 

6  Morn  is  the  time  to  shine, 
When  skies  are  clear  and  blue  ; 

Reflect  the  rays  of  light  divine, 

As  morning  dew-drops  do  : 
Like  early  stars  be  early  bright, 
And  melt  away,  like  them,  in  light. 

7  Morn  is  the  time  to  weep 
O'er  morning  hours  misspent  ; 

Alas !  how  oft  from  peaceful  sleep 

On  folly  madly  bent, 
We  've  left  the  strait  and  narrow  road, 
And  wandered  from  our  guardian  God. 


80  SWEET    SINGER 

8  Morn  is  the  time  to  think, 
While  thoughts  are  fresh  and  free, 

Of  life,  just  balanced  on  the  brink 

Of  dark  eternity ; 
And  ask  our  souls  if  they  are  meet 
To  stand  before  the  judgment  seat. 

9  Morn  is  the  time  to  die, 
Just  at  the  dawn  of  day, 

When  stars  are  fading  in  the  sky, 

To  fade,  like  them,  away — 
But  lost  in  light  more  brilliant  far, 
Than  ever  merged  the  morning  star. 

10  Morn  is  the  time  to  rise — 
The  resurrection  morn — 

Up  springing  to  the  glorious  skies, 

On  new-found  pinions  borne, 
To  meet  a  Saviour's  smile,  divine  : 
Be  such  ecstatic  rising  mine  ! 

HYMN  72.    C.  M. 

MY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
Damnation  and  the  dead  : 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 
Upon -a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  these  mortal  shores, 
She  makes  a  long  delay ; 

Till  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 
Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 

Amongst  abominable  fiends, 
Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 

4  There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 
And  darkness  makes  their  chains; 

Tortur'd  with  keen  despair,  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 


OF    ISRAEL.  81 

5  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood, 
For  their  own  guilt  atones, 

Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 
Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 

Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  hisur'd  his  love ! 


HYMN  73.    L.  M. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  the  narrow  happy  road. 

CHORUS. 

We  're  all  united,  heart  and  hand, 
Join'd  in  one  band  completely ; 
We're  marching  through  Emanuel's  land, 
Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly. 

2  Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street,. 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

We  We  all  united,  tyc. 

3  That  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear,- 
Sound  thro'  the  earth,  and  down  to  hell, 
To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

We  're  all  united,  fyc. 

4  Behold  the  earth  in  burning  flames, 
The  trumpet,  louder  still  proclaims  : 

The  earth  must  hear  and  know  her  doom, 
The  day  of  separation 's  come. 

We're  all  nnited,  fyc. 
6 


82  SWEET    SINGER, 

5  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come  ; 

When  Christ  himself"  these  words  proclaims, 
"  Here  are  my  saints,  1  know  their  names. 
We  're  all  united,  fyc. 

6  "  Ye  everlasting  gates,  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride ; 
Ye  harps  of  heaven,  sound  aloud, 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood  !" 

We  We  all  united,  fyc. 

7  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line 

In  ghtt'ring  robes  the  sun  outshine : 
See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendour  to  the  throne. 

We're  all  united,  tyc. 

8  They  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on, 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 

The  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  rapture  sweeps  the  golden  lyre. 

We're  all  united,  tyc. 

9  They  've  fought  the  fight,  their  race  is  run. 
Their  joys  are  now  in  heaven  begun  ; 
Their  tears  are  gone,  their  sorrows  flee, 

No  more  afflicted  now  like  me. 

We're  all  united,  fyc. 


HYMN  74.    L.  M. 

COME,  wea'y  souls,  with  sin  distress'd, 
Come,  and  accept  the  profler'd  rest; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
O!  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad, 
Divine  compassion,  nighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 


OF    ISRAEL.  83 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes, 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  thy  kind  inviting  voice. 


HYMN  75.    P.  M. 

THROUGHOUT  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace 
Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  distress, 
No  period  else  is  seen; 
'Till  he  a  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting,  in  soul,  a  painful  hell, 
Caused  by  the  creature's  sin. 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
My  Saviour  kneel  and  pray  for  me ; 

For  this  I  him  adore  ; 
Seized  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  passage  out 

Through  every  opening  pore. 

3  The  piercing  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  back  with  lashes  deep  they  tore, 

Till  we  the  bones  might  see  ; 
Mocking,  they  push'd  him  here  and  there, 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Press'd  by  the  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  painful  came, 

Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their  game: 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear. 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear  ? 


84  SWEET   SINGER 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 
He  dies  in  anguish  on  the  tree  ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell  ? 
The  shudd'ring  rocks*  their  heads  recline, 
The  morning  sun  refused  to  shine, 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout,  brethren,  shout  in  songs  divine, 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst : 
Seraphs,  advance  your  voices  higher, 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  unite  the  choir, 
And  laud  the  precious  Christ. 


HYMN  76.    P.  M. 

SAVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood; 
And  my  weary,  troubled  spirit 
Findeth  rest  in  thee,  my  God. 

1  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  : 

Sin  and  Satan  cannot  harm  me, 

W7hile  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 

2  Now  I  '11  sing  of  Jesu*s  merit, 
Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 

That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 

He  is  still  the  very  same; 
He  who  asketh  soon  receivcth. 

He  who  seeks  is  sure  to  find : 
Who  of  comfort  is  bereaved, 

Jesus  never  casts  behind. 

3  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading 
With  his  father  and  our  God; 

Now  for  us  he  's  interceding. 
Pleads  the  purchase  of  his  blood. 


OF    ISRAEL.  85 

Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying, 
"  Father,  spare  ihem,  I  have  died  5" 

And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 
"They  are  freely  justified." 

HYMN  77.    C.  M. 

YE  weary,  heavy  laden  souls, 
Who  are  oppressed  sore, 
Ye  travelers  through  the  wilderness 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore : 
Thro'  chilling  winds  and  beating  rains, 

And  waters  deep  and  cold, 

And  enemies  surrounding  us  ; 

Take  courage  and  be  bold. 

2  Tho'  storms  and  hurricanes  arise, 
And  lay  waste  all  around  ; 

Though  fiery  serpents  oft  appear 
Through  this  enchanted  ground ; 

DarK  nights,  and  clouds,  and  gloomy  fears, 
And  dragons  often  roar  : 

Yet  while  the  gospel-trump  we  hear, 
We  '11  press  for  Canaan's  shore. 

3  We  're  often  like  the  lonesome  dove, 
Who  mourns  her  absent  mate — 

From  hill  to  hill  she  mournful  flies, 

Her  sorrows  to  relate ; 
But  Canaan's  land  is  just  before, 

Sweet  Spring  is  coming  on ; 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains, 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 

4  Sometimes  like  mountains  to  the  skies 
Bleak  Jordan's  billows  roar ; 

Which  often  makes  the  pilgrim  fear 
He  never  will  get  o'er ; 


86  SWEET    SINGER 

But  let  us  gain  Mount  Pisgah's  top, 
And  view  the  vernal  plain; 

To  fright  our  souls  may  Jordan  roar, 
And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 

5  Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 
The  borders  of  that  land  ; 

The  trees  of  life,  with  heavenly  fruit, 

In  beauteous  order  stand. 
The  winter  time  is  past  and  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  do  appear; 
The  fiftieth  year  is  roll'd  around, 

The  great  sabbatic  year. 

6  O  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  my  believing  eyes ! 

Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 
A  city  in  the  skies  ! 

0  that  my  faith  were  strong  to  raise, 
And  bear  my  soul  away ! 

1  'd  shout  salvation  to  the  Lamb, 
Through  an  eternal  day. 

7  By  faith  my  gracious  God  I  see, 
On  his  eternal  throne; 

At  his  right  hand  the  loving  Lamb, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One :  -. 

The  angels  whisper  me  away, 
Saying,  "  My  brother,  come  ;" 

And  1  am  willing  to  be  gone 
To  my  eternal  home. 

8  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Who  are  for  Canaan  bound; 

And  should  we  never  meet  again, 
Till  Gabriel's  trump  shall  sound, 

I  hope  that  I  shall  meet  you  there, 
On  that  delightful  shore, 

In  mansions  of  eternal  bliss, 
Where  parting  is  no  more. 


OF    ISRAEL.  87 

HYMN  78.    C.  M. 

YE  happy  souls,  whose  peaceful  minds 
Are  freed  from  pain  and  fear; 
Ye  objects,  whom  kind  heaven  designs 

To  make  its  constant  care: 
To  you  I  '11  vent  my  mournful  sighs, 
Pressed  by  mv  dismal  fate; 

0  can  you  with  me  sympathise, 
While  I  my  case  relate  ? 

2  I  once  was  happy  in  the  Lord, 
My  soul  was  in  a  flame ; 

1  did  delight  to  hear  his  word, 
And  praise  his  holy  name; 

His  children  were  my  chief  delight, 

I  loved  their  company; 
I  lived  by  faith  both  day  and  night, 

That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

3  But  woe  is  me,  those  joys  are  past, 
Those  blissful  scenes  are  o'er ; 

I  'm  like  a  city  quite  laid  waste, 

To  be  rebuilt  no  more  : 
In  vain  I  crv,  in  vain  I  mourn, 

In  vain  I  seek  for  rest : 
I  fear  the  dove  will  ne'er  return, 

To  my  devoted  breast. 

4  Alas  !  alas  !  where  shall  I  go  ? 
Jesus  from  me  is  gone  ; 

A  child  of  sorrow,  grief  and  woe, 

For  evermore  undone  : 
The  gospel,  too,  is  hid  from  me, 

Though  often  I  do  hear, 
The  law  denounces  death  on  me, 

And  thunders  out  despair. 

5  The  devil  waiting  me  around, 
To  make  my  soul  his  prey; 

I  wait  to  hear"  the  trumpet  sound, 
"  Take,  take  the  wretch  away  !" 


88 


SWEET    SINGER 

1  linger,  pine,  I  groan  and  sigh, 

Sleep  now  has  left  mine  eyes, 
And  ghastly  death  seems  drawing  nigh, 
And  that  without  disguise. 

6  O  that  I  were  some  bird  or  beast, 

Were  I  a  stork  or  owl  ; 
Some  lofty  tree  should  bear  my  nest, 

Or  through  some  waste  I  'd  prowl  ; 
But  I  have  an  immortal  soul, 

Within  this  house  of  clay, 
That  either  must  with  devils  howl, 

Or  dwell  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  79.    P.  M. 

OTHOU,  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day, 
And  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 
Resort  with  thy  sheep, 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 

For  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  O  why  should  I  wander 
An  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice, 
When  my  sorrows  they  see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare,  have  you  seen 


OF    ISRAEL.  89 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone? 

Say  if  in  your  tents 

My  beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

5  This  is  my  beloved, 
His  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odours  around  ; 

The  locks  on  his  head 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

6  The  roses  of  Sharon, 
The  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 

On  his  cheek  in  the  beauty 

Of  excellence  blow — 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

7  His  voice,  as  the  sound 
Of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 

Bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfnm'd  with  his  breath. 

8  His  lips  as  a  fountain 
Of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace, 

From  which  their  salvation 

The  gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

9  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids 
And  scatters  delight 

Thro'  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high: 

Their  faces  the  cherubim 

Veil  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 


90  SWEET    SINGER 

10  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand 
Of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity, 
Fill'd  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


HYMN  80.-SECOND  PART. 

HIS  vestment  of  righteousness 
Who  shall  describe  ? 
Its  purity  words  would  defile  ; 
The  heav'ns  from  his  presence 
Fresh  beauties  imbibe, 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smile. 

2  Such  is  my  beloved, 
In  excellence  bright, 

When  pleas'd  he  looks  down  from  above, 
Like  the  morn  when  he  breathes 
From  the  chambers  of  light, 

And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 

3  But  when  arm'd  with  vengeance, 
In  terror  he  comes, 

The  nations  rebellious  to  tame, 

The  reins  of  omnipotent 

Power  he  assumes, 
And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame. 

4  A  two-edged  sword 

From  his  mouth  issues  forth, 
Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eye3, 

He  speaks,  and  black  tempests 

Are  seen  in  the  north, 
And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 

5  Ten  thousand  destructions, 
That  wait  for  his  word, 


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And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 

Fly  swift  as  the  wind 

At  the  nod  of  their  Lord, 
And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death. 

6  His  cloud-bursting  thunders 
Their  voices  resound, 

Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high  ; 

Till  from  the  deep  centre 

Loud  echoes  rebound, 
And  meet  the  quick  flame  in  the  sky. 

7  The  portals  of  heaven 
At  his  bidding  obey, 

And  expand  ere  his  banner  appear ; 

Earth  trembles  beneath, 

'Till  her  mountains  give  way, 
And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 

8  When  he  treads  on  the  clouds, 
As  the  dust  of  his  feet, 

And  grasps  the  big  storm  in  his  hand, 

What  eye  the  fierce  glance 

Of  his  anger  shall  meet, 
Or  who  in  his  presence  shall  stand  ? 


HYMN  81.    P.  M. 

COME,  and  taste  along  with  me, 
The  weary  pilgrim's  consolation  j 
Boundless  mercy  running  free, 

The  earnest  of  complete  salvation. 
Joy  and  peace  in  Christ  I  find, 
My  heart  to  him  is  all  resign'd  ; 
The  fulness  of  his  power  I  prove, 
And  all  my  soul 's  dissolved  in  love. 
Jesus  is  the  pilgrim's  portion, 
Love  is  boundless  as  the  ocean. 


92  SWEET   SINGER 

2  When  the  world  and  flesh  would  rise, 
And  strive  to  draw  me  from  my  Saviour, 

Strangers  slight,  or  friends  despise, 
I  then  more  highly  prize  his  favour. 

Friends,  believe  me  when  I  tell, 

If  Christ  be  present  all  is  well : 

The  world  and  flesh  in  vain  may  rise, 

I  all  their  efforts  do  despise. 
In  the  world  I  've  tribulation, 
But  in  Christ  sweet  consolation. 

3  The  worldlings  hold  me  in  disdain, 
Because  I  shun  their  carnal  pleasure: 

All  in  this  which  gives  me  pain, 
Is,  that  they  slight  a  noble  treasure. 

But  still  among  them,  bless  the  Lord ! 

There  's  some  who  tremble  at  his  word  ; 

And  this  doth  joy  to  me  impart, 

To  think  the  Lord  hath  reach'd  their  heart. 
Oh  the  grace  to  sinners  given  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  crowns  in  heaven. 

4  When  I  'm  in  the  house  of  prayer,  < 
I  find  him  with  the  congregation : 

Music  sweet  unto  my  ear, 

Is  the  glad  sound  of  free  salvation. 
When  I  join  to  sing  his  praise, 
He  doth  my  heart  to  rapture  raise  ; 
I  join  and  sing  and  shout  aloud, 
And  disregard  the  gazing  crowd  : 
Glorious  theme  of  exultation, 
What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

5  When  I  hear  the  pleasing  sound 

Of  weeping  mourners  just  converted ; 
The  dead  's  alive,  the  lost  is  found, 

The  Lord  hath  heal'd  the  broken-hearted, 
My  heart  exults,  my  spirits  glow, 
I  love  my  Lord  and  brethren  so : 


OF    ISRAEL.  93 

Oh,  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 
I  soon  would  sing  with  those  above. 

Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 

What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

6  Why  should  I  regard  the  frowns 

Of  those  who  mock,  deride,  or  slight  me, 
Soon  I  '11  lie  beneath  the  ground, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  those  who  hate  me ; 
Sorrows,  toils,  and  sufferings  o'er, 
When  once  we  reach  that  happy  shore  ; 
There,  with  the  shining  hosts  above, 
I'll  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love. 

Blessings  there,  beyond  expression, 

Ever  roll  in  sweet  succession. 

Sinners,  you  may  laugh  and  scorn, 
Your  moments  lost  will  be  lamented ; 

Hie  awful  day  is  hastening  on, 
When  you  will  wish  you  had  repented : 

Death,  in  its  embraces  cold, 

Will  soon  your  mortal  bodies  hold  ; 

Then  all  your  pleasures  take  their  flight, 

And  down  you  '11  sink  to  endless  night. 
While  you  're  of  that  guilty  number, 
Your  destruction  doth  not  slumber. 

Come,  poor  sinner,  go  with  me  ; 

My  heart 's  enlarged  to  receive  you  ; 
light  not  mercy,  offer'd  free, 

Come  to  Jesus,  he  '11  relieve  you: 
lut  if  you  offer'd  grace  refuse, 
A.nd  will  destruction  ever  choose  ; 
Jnhappy  soul,  your  guilt  and  blood 
Vill  rest  on  your  defenceless  head : 

Darkness,  torment,  pain,  and  sorrow, 

May  be  yours  before  to-morrow, 

i  Mourner,  see  your  Saviour  stand, 
With  arms  expanded  to  receive  you ; 


94  SWEET    SINGER 

He  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands, 
Venture  on  hiim,  he  '11  relieve  you : 

Cast  all  your  doubts  and  fears  aside, 

The  door  of  mercy 's  open  wide ; 

The  fountain  flows  which  saves  from  sin, 

Come  now,  believe,  and  enter  in. 
Don't  distrust  your  blessed  Saviour; 
Come,  believe,  and  live  ibr  ever. 

HYMN  82.    C.  M. 

AFFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  severe, 
In  mercy  oft  are  sent  ; 
They  stopp'd  the  Prodigal's  career, 
And  caus'd  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt 
Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 

His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

3  "What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 
"  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 

My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "  I  '11  go  and  tell  him  all  I  've  done, 
Fall  down  before  his  face  : 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 
I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back : 
"He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled  ; 

Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6  "  Father,  I  've  sinn'd,  but  oh  forgive" — 
"  Enough,"  the  father  said : 

"  Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son  's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead. 


OF    ISRAEL.  95 

7  "  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 
Go  spread  the  news  around, — 

My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again; 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'T  is  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  ail  that  come. 


HYMN  83.    P.  M. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole  ; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  endless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper,  as  they  fly, 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 
That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  woe, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath ! 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows, 
Whether  another  year  shall  close, 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 


96  SWEET    SINGER 

5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  his  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot: 
Alas  !  an  hour  may  close  the  scene  ; 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

6  But  will  my  soul  be  thus  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  ; 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die ! 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend, 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place; 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear. 
And  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair 

Below  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known ; 

There  is  no  middle  state : 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine. 
To-morrow  may  be  none  oi*  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  Oh,  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream, 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seem 

To  poor  unthinking  man : 
Lord,  at  thy  ibotstool  I  would  bow, 
Bid  conscience  plainly  tell  me  now, 

What  it  would  tell  me  then. 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  ihe  better  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live, 

So  as  I  dare  not  die. 


OF    ISRAEL. 
HYMN  84    ?.  M. 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 
I  knew  not  what  to  do ; 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  in  endless  woe. 

2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain  ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  Then  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  I  found  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelm'd  my  troubled  mind, 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load  : 
Alas .'  I  heard  and'  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God, 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  : 
But  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Xaz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move : 

7 


98  SWEET    SINGER 

The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again,    » 
And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  sounds  did  raise  : 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again, 

Shall  shout  thy  endless  praise. 

HYMN  85.    P.  M. 


HOW  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul: 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 
His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 
Is  light,  compared  to  sin; 

On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within  : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness  all  combined ; 
And  none  but  a  believer, 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
I  sought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 

But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 


OF    ISRAEL.  99 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician 
(How  matchless  is  his  grace) 

Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case: 
First  gave  me.  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him ; 

I  look'd — and  I  was  heal'd. 

5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 

At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 

Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he  '11  freely  give  ; 

He  makes  no  hard  condition — 
'Tis  only,  Look  and  live! 


HYMN  86.    L.  M. 

JESUS,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 
That  thou  the  one  thing  needful  art ! 

1  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee ! 

2  Needful  art  thou  to  make  me  live ; 
Needful  art  thou  all  grace  to  give ; 
Needful  to  guide  me  lest  I  stray  ; 
Needful  to  help  me  every  day. 

3  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood ; 
Needful  is  thy  correcting  rod ; 
Needful  is  thy  indulgent  care; 
Needful  thy  all-prevailing  prayer; 

4  Needful  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
True  peace  and  comfort  to  afford ; 
Needftd  thy  promise,  to  impart 
Fresh  life  and  vigour  to  my  heart ; 


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SWEET    SINGER 


5  Needful  art  thou  to  be  my  stay 
Thro'  all  life's  dark  and  thorny  way  ; 
Nor  less  in  death  thou  'It  needful  be, 
When  I  yield  up  my  soul  to  thee. 

6  Needful  art  thou  to  raise  my  dust, 
In  shining  glory  with  the  just; 
Needful,  when  I  in  heaven  appear, 
To  crown,  and  to  present  me  there. 

7  Then  shall  my  soul,  with  joy  supreme, 
Dwell  on  the  dear  delightful  theme ; 
Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his, 

The  one  thing  needful  Jesus  is ! 


HYMN  87.    L.  M. 

JESUS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds ! 
Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds! 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free ; 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die  : 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree ; 
Come,  thoughtless  sinner,  come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part; 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  for  thee ; 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  come  and  see. 

4  His  blood  will  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean ; 

This  fountain  open  stands  for  thee ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

5  The  garments  of  his  shining  grace, 
His  glorious  robe  of  righteousness, 

In  this  array,  thou  bright  shalt  be ; 
Come,  naked  sinner,  come  and  see. 


OF    ISRAEL.  101 

6  No  tongue  can  tell  what  glories  shine 
In  our  Emanuel,  all  divine ; 
O  that  in  sweetest  melody- 
Each  heart  may  sing,  He  died  for  me. 

HYMN  88.    P.  M. 

COME,  ye  poor  and  thirsty  sinners, 
To  the  living  waters,  come  ; 
Jesus  bids  you  come  and  welcome, 
And  declares  he  '11  cast  out  none — 

Give  him  credit! 
He  's  Jehovah's  faithful  son. 

2  Hearken  to  the  bride  and  spirit, 
Seize  the  promises  divine ; 

Without  money,  price,  or  merit, 
Buy  of  Jesus  milk  and  wine — 

His  rich  bounty 
Freely  take — he  makes  it  thine. 

3  Wherefore  will  you  toil  for  nothing? 
Spend  your  strength  and  treasure  too  ? 

Joyfully  receive  the  blessing 

Which  his  liberal  hands  bestow — 

All  his  goodness 
Let  your  souls  delight  to  know. 

4  Hearken,  sinners,  to  your  Saviour ; 

"  Hear  me,  and  your  souls  shall  live ; 
You  my  covenant  shall  discover, 
I  will  David's  mercies  give" — 

As  your  witness, 
And  your  leader,  him  receive. 


HYMN  89.    P.  M. 

HATEVER  disasters  of  nature 
Upon  the  believer  may  fall, 
His  treasure  in  God  is  much  greater, 
He  cheerfully  smiles  at  them  all. 


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102  SWEET   SINGER 

2  He  soon  by  experience  discovers 
That  this  is  the  gospel  design, 

The  more  that  he  righteously  suffers, 
By  so  much  the  brighter  he  '11  shine. 

3  The  more  that  the  flesh  is  debased, 
And  mortified  down  by  distress, 

The  higher  the  soul  shall  be  raised, 
And  so  much  more  glory  possess. 

4  Then  where 's  the  foundation  for  sorrow  ? 
So  long  as  my  faith 's  to  obey  ; 

1  need  not  take  thought  for  the  morrow, 
But  just  do  my  duty  to-day. 

5  Along  the  true  path  of  obedience, 
My  feet  shall  be  swift  as  the  hind, 

And  those  are  the  uppermost  regions 
That  I  am  concerned  to  find. 

6  Upon  these  high  places  I  travel, 

And  here  I'm  preserv'd  from  the  beast, 
And  neither  the  world,  flesh,  nor  devil, 
Can  injure  my  soul  in  the  least. 

HYMN  90.    L.  M. 

I  LONG  to  see  the  season  come, 
When  sinners  will  come  flocking  home, 
To  taste  the  riches  of  God's  love, 
And  sing  his  praise  in  realms  above. 

2  Hark !  hear  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around ; 

Behold,  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  He  now  is  knocking  at  your  heart, 
Waiting  salvation  to  impart; 

To  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 
And  seal  you,  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 


OF    ISRAEL.  103 

4  A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go 
To  realms  of  joy,  or  endless  woe  ; 

In  worlds  above,  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns  to  hell. 

5  Come,  sinners  all,  now  warning  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  ; 
This  world  give  o'er,  leave  sin  behind, 
In  Christ  you  shall  redemption  find. 

6  Take  your  companions  by  the  hand, 
Take  all  your  children  in  a  band, 
And  give  them  up  at  Jesu's  call, 

He  '11  pardon,  bless,  and  save  you  all. 

7  When  the  great  day  of  Christ  shall  come, 
And  he  collects  his  jewels  home  ; 

On  Zion's  mount  we  then  shall  stand, 
And  join  the  bright  angelic  band; 

HYMN  91.    CM. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away, 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay  i 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
O  may  this  truth — imprest 

With  awful  power — I  too  must  die ! 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more : 
Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 

It  bids  us  seize  the  present,  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 
May  every  heart  obey  : 

Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 


104  SWEET   SINGER 

5  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 
Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing,  healing  pow'r; 

This  only  can  prepare  the  heart. 
For  death's  all  solemn  hour. 


HYMN  92.    P.  M. 

WHILE  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings, 
And  veil  their  faces  with  their  wings, 
Each  saint  on  earth  his  Jesus  sings, 
And  joins  to  praise  the  King  of  kings, 
Who  saves  lost  souls  from  ruin. 

2  But  sinners,  fond  of  earthly  toys, 
Mock  and  deride,  when  saints  rejoice: 
They  shut  their  ears  at  Jesu's  voice, 
And  make  the  world  and  sin  their  choice, 

And  force  their  way  to  ruin. 

3  The  preachers  warn  them  night  and  day  ; 
For  them  the  Christians  weep  and  pray : 
But  sinners  laugh,  and  turn  away, 

And  join  the  wicked,  lewd,  and  gay, 
Who  throng  the  road  to  ruin. 

4  Oft-times  in  visions  of  the  night, 
God  doth  their  guilty  souls  affright ; 
They  tremble  at  the  awful  sight, 
But  still  again  with  morning  light 

Pursue  the  road  to  ruin. 

5  Sometimes  by  preaching,  sinners  see 
They're  doomed  to  hell  and  misery; 
To  turn  to  God  they  then  agree, 

But  oh  !  'tis  wicked  company 
Allures  their  souls  to  ruin. 


OF    ISRAEL.  105 

6  Oft-times  when  nothing  else  will  do, 
Affliction  will  their  danger  show, 
And  bring  the  haughty  sinners  low ; 
Then  they  '11  repent,  and  pray,  and  vow  ; 

But  tarn  again  to  ruin. 

7  When  ev'ry  way  is  tried  in  vain, 
No  more  the  Spirit  strives  with  man, 
But  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
Death  strikes  the  blow,  the  sinner 's  slain, 

And  sinks  to  endless  ruin. 

8  Oh  sinners,  turn !  you  long  have  stood 
Oppos'd  to  truth,  and  all  that's  good  ; 
You  may  be  sav'd  through  Jesu's  blood, 
Lay  down  your  arms,  submit  to  God, 

And  thus  be  sav'd  from  ruin. 

9  Turn,  sinners,  neighbours,  friend,  cr  foe, 
The  terrors  of  the  Lord  we  know ; 

Oh  tell  us,  friends,  what  will  you  do  ? 
We  cannot  bear  to  let  you  go 
To  everlasting  ruin. 


HYMN  93.    L.  M. 

HOW  sweet  is  the  cordial  of  love ! 
A  balm  to  the  sorrowful  soul : 
It  flows  from  the  fountain  above, 
And  makes  the  disconsolate  whole. 

2  How  happy  the  souls  that  are  blest, 
And  sprinkled  with  Jesus's  blood  ! 
That  lean  on  Emanuel's  breast, 

And  live  in  communion  with  God ! 

3  This  heavenly  sweetness  below 
Is  common  to  all  that  believe  : 
The  joys  of  communion  they  know, 
In  bonds  of  affection  they  live. 


106  SWEET    SINGER 

4  While  striving  to  gain  the  blest  shore, 
They  mutual  succour  afford  ; 

They  look  to  the  heaven  before, 
And  follow  their  Captain  and  Lord. 

5  Their  joys,  that  on  earth  are  begun, 
Will  soon  be  completed  above : 
Their  labour  below  will  be  done, 
When  lost  in  the  ocean  of  love. 

6  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 
Who  sail  with  their  Saviour  below  ; 
Their  union  will  then  be  complete, 
And  sorrow  they  never  shall  know. 


F 


HYMN  94.    L.  M. 

AREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you 
farewell, 
I  'm  going  to  travel  the  way  to  excel ; 

1  'm  going  to  travel  the  wilderness  through, 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you  adieu. 

2  The  thought  of  our  parting  doth  cause  me  to 

grieve, 
So  well  do  I  love  you  ;  but  you  I  must  leave, 
My  Jesus  commands,  and  I  must  obey, 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  don't  grieve  after  me. 

3  May  the  heavens  protect  you,  be  Jesus  your 

guide, 
On  the  walls  of  our  Zion  may  you  ever  abide ; 
Though  we  live  at  a  distance,  and  you  I  ne'er  see, 
On  the  banks  of  sweet  Canaan  acquainted  we'll  be. 

4  There  all  things  are  plenty,  and  the  leave* 

growing  green, 
And  the  parting  of  Christians  no  more  to  be  seen; 
No  sorrow,  no  trouble,  shall  enter  that  place, 
But  there  we  shall  join  in  a  song  of  free  grace. 


OF    ISRAEL.  107 

5  And  when  we  meet  Jesus  in  the  mansion  above, 
Where  saints   and  bright  angels  are  feasting  on 

love  ; 

0  then  we  shall  look  for  each  mourner  that 's  here, 
How  glad  we  shall  be  to  meet  each  other  there ! 

6  Farewell  to  all  sorrows,  temptations,  and  pain, 

1  'm  going  where  Jesus  for  ever  doth  reign ; 
I  'm  going  to  Jesus,  his  goodness  to  prove, 
Where  saints  and  bright  angels  are  feasting  on 

love. 

HYMN  95.    C.  M. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  : 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve: 

2  "  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 
Have  like  a  mountain  rose; 

I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess : 

I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sov 'reign  grace. 

4  "  I  '11  to  my  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 

Perhaps  he  may  command  a  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  he  '11  hear  my  prayer ; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 
I  am  resolved  to  try; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


108  SWEET   SINGER 

HYMN  96.    P.  M. 

HARK!  the  jubilee  is  sounding; 
O  the  joyful  news  is  come  ; 
Free  salvation  is  proclaimed, 

In  and  through  God's  only  Son. 
Now  we  have  an  invitation 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb ; 
Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Come,  dear  friend,  and  don't  neglect  it, 
Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime  ; 

Great  salvation,  don't  reject  it, 
O  receive  it,  now's  the  time; 

Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 
To  revive  his  work  again; 

Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

3  Come,  dear  children,  praise  your  Jesus, 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore, 

May  his  great  love  now  constrain  us, 
His  great  name  for  to  adore  ; 

O  then  let  us  join  together, 
Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain, 

Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign 

HYMN  97.    P.  M. 

YE  jewels  of  my  Master, 
Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amidst  the  beams  of  glory, 
Reflect  immortal  blaze. 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crown'd, 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 
To  Zion's  city  bound. 


OF    ISRAEL. 

2  Ye  lambs  of  ray  Redeemer, 

The  purchase  of  his  blood, 
Who  feed  among  the  lilies, 

Beside  the  purple  flood  ; 
Go  on,  ve  happy  pilgrims, 

Your  journey  still  pursue, 
And  at  a  humble  distance 

I'll  sing  and  follow  too. 

When  I  beheld  your  order, 

And  harmony"of  soul ; 
And  heard  divinest  numbers 

In  pure  devotion  roll, 
And  gems  immortal  glowing 

With  such  enliv'ning  grace, 
I  view'd  the  Saviour's  image 

Imprest  on  every  face. 

Speak  often  to  each  other, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind, 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  joined  ; 
Though  trials  may  await  you, 

The  crown  before  you  lies, 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 

And  soon  you'll  win  the  prize. 

5  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day, 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Releas'd  from  cumbrous  clay. 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you 

From  worthless  dross  and  tin. 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

G  On  that  important  morning, 

When  bursting  thunders  sound, 
And  nimble  lightnings  waving, 
Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound, 


109 


110  SWEET    SINGER 

Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 
And  clap  your  joyful  hands, 

Lo !  you're  redeem'd  for  ever 
From  death's  corrupted  bands. 

7  As  Aaron,  with  his  girdle, 

In  shining  jewels  drest, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 

Inscrib'd  upon  his  breast, 
So  will  the  priests  of  Zion, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory, 

And  God  their  kindred  own. 

8  The  golden  bell  shall  echo 

Around  the  sacred  hill, 
And  sweet  immortal  anthems, 

The  vocal  regions  fill  ; 
In  everlasting  beauty 

The  shining  millions  stand, 
Safe  on  the  rock  of  ages, 

Amidst  the  promis'd  land. 

9  We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round, 
And  in  dissolving  raptures 

Be  lost  in  love  profound  : 
■While  all  the  flaming  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling 

From  the  unnumber'd  throng. 

HYMN  98.  C.  M. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear ; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood : 
Who  nx'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 


OF    ISRAEL.  Ill 

3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look ; 

It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain : 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

This  blood  i3  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  '11  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue ; 

(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 
My  spirit  now  is  fill'd, 

That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 


HYMN  99.    P.  M. 

SAW  ye  my  Saviour !  Saw  ye  my  Saviour! 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
Oh !  he  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our"  pardon  with  blood 

2  He  was  extended !  he  was  extended! 
Shamefully  nail'd  to  the  cross ; 


ll2  SWEET    SINGER 

Oh!   he  bovv'd  his  bead  and  died!  thus  my  Lord 
was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding !  Jesus  hung  bleeding! 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 

Oh!  the  sun  refus'd  to  shine,  when  his  majesty 
divine 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevail'd !  darkness  prevail'd  ! 
Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land  ; 

Oh !  the  solid  rocks  were  rent,  through  creation's 
vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

5  When  it  was  finish'd,  when  it  was  finish'd, 
And  the  atonement  was  made, 

He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalm'd  in  spices 
sweet, 
And  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Saviour!  hail,  mighty  Saviour! 
Prince  and  the  author  of  peace  ; 

Oh !  he  burst  the  bands  of  death,  and  triumphant 
through  the  east 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding  !  now  interceding ! 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live  ; 

Crying,  Father,  I  have  died !  Oh  behold  my  hands 
and  side, 
To  redeem  them ; — I  pray  thee  forgive. 

8  I  will  forgive  them;  I  will  forgive  them, 
If  they'll  repent  and  believe ; 

Let  them  now  return  to  me,  and  be  reconcil'd  to 
thee, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


OF    ISRAEL. 


HYMN  100.    P.  M. 


113 


AS  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 
Where  a  poor  victim  hangs  ; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  dress'd  in  purple  gore, 
Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surprised  the  spectacle  to  see, 
I  ask'd,  Who  can  this  victim  be, 

In  such  exquisite  pain? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes,  I  cried ; 

"  'T  is  I,"  the  bleeding  Lamb  replied, 
"  To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  Christ  for  rebel  mortals  dies  ! 
How  can  it  be !  my  soul  replies, 

What !  Jesus  died  for  me ! 
"Yes,"  saith  the  surT'ring  Son  of  God, 
"  I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 

"  For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou  'st  freely  giv'n, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heav'n, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  at  thy  feet,  oh  God,  1 11  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  101.    K  M. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride ! 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
8 


114  SWEET    SINGER 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  fife,  my  all. 


HYMN  102.    P.  M. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r, 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh, 

Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  oh  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  press'd, 

By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 
That,  shelter 'd  near  thy  side, 

I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame ! 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  graeious  name. 


OF    ISRAEL.  115 

6  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  slill, 

My  promis'd  grace  receive ; 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks,  I  must,  I  will, 

I  can,  I  do  believe. 

HYMN  103.    P.  M. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  king, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring, 
Forhis  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much ! 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin — 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass, 
Answers  the  beholder's  face; 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do  ; 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  laith  ; 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


11G  SWEET    SINGER 

HYMN  104.    P.  M. 

NAY,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine 's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am ! 

Ah !  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name  ; 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy ; 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free; 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  years  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen, 

Yet  I  've  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'T  is  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesu's  sake. 

HYMN  105.    P.  M. 

LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
Come,  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease ; 
Come,  oh  come !  and  reign  forever, 
God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  117 

Visit  now  poor  bleeding  Zion, 

Hear  the  people  mourn  and  weep, 

Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  ieed  thy  sheep. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 
Some  for  Cephas — none  agree  ; 

Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us ; 

Help  us.  Lord,  to  follow  ihee  ; 
Then  we  '11  rush  through  what  encumbers, 

Over  every  hindrance  leap  ; 
Not  kept  back  by  force  or  numbers — 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit — 

We  've  been  sinners  from  our  youth ;. 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth. 
On  thy  gospel  word  we  '11  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  Saviour — 

Oh !  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 
Persecution  rages  here — 

Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  Shepherd  is  so  near. 
Glory,  glory,  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap ; 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

5  Hear  the  Prince  of  our  salvation, 
Saying,  "  Fear  not,  little  flock  ; 

I,  myself,  am  your  Foundation, 

You  are  built  upon  this  Rock. 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 

Scale  the  mount,  although  it 's  steep  - 
Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy ; 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep." 


118  SWEET    SINGER 

6  Christ  alone,  whose  merit  saves  us, 

Taught  by  him,  we  '11  own  his  name ; 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus! 

How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame  ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep, 
He  will  clear  our  wav  before  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 


HYMN  106.    P.  M. 

SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  : 
All  will  end  in  desolation, 
If  thou  come  not  here  again. 

CHORUS. 

Lord,  revive  us,  Lord  revive  us, 
Lord,  revive  thy  work  in  me; 

O  Lord,  revive  us,  O  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 

Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

Lord,  revive  us,  tyc. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
Every  part  look'd  gay  and  green; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  then  were  seen ! 

Lord,  revive  zis,  fyc. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  -we  see  ! 

Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed  ; 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

Lord,  revive  us,  fyc 


OF    ISRAEL.  119 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  ? 

Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  for  our  youth ! 

Lord,  revive  us,  SfC. 

6  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 

Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

Lord,  revive  us,  fyc. 

7  Younger  plants— the  sight  how  pleasant ! 
Cover'd  with  thick  blossoms  stood  ; 

But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frosts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud. 
Lord,  revive  us,  fyc. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 
Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 

Oh  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain . 

Lord,  revive  us,  SfC, 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  pravers  ; 

Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Lord,  revive  us,  fyc 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us,  fyc. 

HYMN  107.    P.  M. 

ENOOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  readv  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face. 
And  fear  it  will  newer  be  mine : 


120  SWEET    SINGER 

Dishearten 'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  ieet  with  my  load ; 

All  plaintive  1  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease, 
The  blood  of  atonement  apply, 

And  lead  me  to  Jesus  lor  peace, 
The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Speak,  Saviour !  for  sweet  is  thy  voice ; 
Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold ; 

Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 
My  groamngs  that  cannot  be  told 

3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 
My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 

The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 

While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 
The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 

"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite, 
Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

4  Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  design'd 
No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 

Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 
Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee  ? 

Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 
Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower ; 

Come,  succour  and  gladden  my  heart, 
Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 

HYMN  108.    L.  M. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  the  mercy-seal ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 
2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  clouds  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  121 

Gives  exercise  lo  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again  ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creatures'  ears 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  cares. 

5  Were  half  the  time  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  songs  would  oft'ner  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 


HYMN  109.    L.  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call  ; 
Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall; 
When  the  great  water  floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail ! 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint! 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  sad  complaint? 
Where,  but  with  thee  ?  whose  open  door, 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor ! 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  thy  word  still  fis'd  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer; 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  God, 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 


122  SWEET   SINGER 

5  Fair  is  the  lot  that 's  cast  for  me, 
I  have  an  advocate  with  thee  ; 
They  whom  the  world  caresses  most, 
Have  no  such  privilege  to  boast. 

6  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not: 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 


HYMN  110.    P.  M. 

MERCY,  oh,  thou  son  of  David !' 
Thus  poor  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd, 
Others  by  thy  grace  are  saved  ; 

Now  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid :" 
While  he  cried,  many  chid  him, 
But  he  pray'd  the  louder  still, 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 

But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

"  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day ;" 

Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Foilow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around, 

"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing ! 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 
Oh,  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me! 
Surely,  they  would  come  unto  him  ; 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 


OF    ISRAEL.  123 

4  "  Now  I  freely  leave  my  garments, 

Follow  Jesus  in  the  way ; 
He  will  guide  me  by  his  counsel, 

Lead  me  to  eternal  day : 
There  I  shall  behold  my"  Saviour, 

Spotless,  innocent,  and  pure ; 
And  with  him  shall  reign  for  ever, 

If  I  to  the  end  endure." 


HYMN  111.    P.  M. 

THERE  fell  from  God's  favour,  two  exiles  of 
Eden: 
They  wander'd  thro'  deserts  of  sorrow  and  pain, 
Were  banish'd  from  paradise,  the  place  of  their 

freedom, 

And  we  their  posterity  are  apt  to  complain, 
O  never  again,  in  the  green  shady  bowers. 
In  the  presence  of  God  shall  we  spend  our  sweet 

hours  ; 

Nor  taste  of  the  fruit,  nor  smell  to  the  flow'rs, 
Nor  sing  the  sweet  anthems  of  Eden  again. 

2  O  hard  is  our  fate,  cry  these  heart-wand'ring 
strangers, 

The  brutal  creation's  more  happy  than  we; 

Surrounded  with  troubles,  temptations,  and  dan- 
gers ; 

If  God  had  been  just,  could  such  evils  e'er  be!  - 

Hush  all  these  complaints,  let  us  mend  our  beha- 
viour, 

We  need  not  go  mourning  as  exiles  for  ever ; 

If  we  do  but.  repent  and  believe  in  the  Saviour, 

Who  died  to  redeem  us,  and  lives  to  restore. 

3  He  offers  you  pardon,  he  waits  to  embrace  you, 
Here's  pleasure  forever,  come  follow  the  Lamb; 
Religion  's  a  calling  that  will  not  disgrace  you, 
An  honour  from  heaven  arising  to  fame. 


±24:  SWEET    SINGER 

Come,  all  you  ambitious,  who  rise  by  gradation, 

Salvation 's  the  glory  of  every  nation, 

Come   now,  and  accept  it,   and  take  your  high 

station, 
In  heaven  be  crowned  on  Jesus's  throne. 

4  Come,   all  ye  fond  youth,  who  are  doting  on 

beauty, 
Who  revel  in  ball-rooms,  and  gamble  by  night ; 
Yet  strangers  to  happiness,  neglecters  of  duty ; 
In  Jesus  I  find  a  superior  delight! 
His  voice  is  sweet  music,  his  person  's  endearing, 
To  my  spirit  the  wine  of  his  kingdom  is  cheering, 
My  heart  is  now  leaping,  my  soul 's  persevering ; 
My  Saviour 's  my  suitor,  my  partner,  and  friend. 

5  Come  all  ye  vain  tipplers,  who  often  get  heady, 
Who  sup  at  the  tavern,  and  lodge  in  the  street, 
You  reel  on  a  precipice,  you  ought  to  be  steady, 
Or  soon  you  will  stumble  and  fall  in  the  deep : 
Where  liquids  are  plenty,  and  you  '11  not  be  craving, 
Where  the  devils  torment,  and  the  damned  are 

raving  ; 
Where  billows  of  vengeance  injustice  are  waving, 
O'erwhelming  your  souls  in  the  torments  of  hell. 

6  Come  all  ye  poor  misers,  though  rich  in  your 

coffers ; 
I  doubt  much,  if  ever  you  lib'ral  will  be, 
Except  you  repent,  and  take  Christ  at  his  offers ; 
Your  treasure  lies  useless,  till  death  turns  the  key 
You've  ground   down  the  poor,  to  accumulate 

riches, 
Such  impious  conduct  your  character  impeaches; 
The  root  of  all  evil  your  spirit  bewitches  ; 
To  make  life  pernicious,  and  die  in  contempt. 

7  Come  all  ye  proud  Deists,  who  boast  of  your 

reason, 
Who  will  not  believe  what  you  can't  comprehend, 
Come  meet  your  opponent,  let's  argue  a  season; 
And  see  how  the  contest  will  turn  in  the  end. 


OF    ISEAEL.  125 

You  've  erected  a  Babel,  come  now  and  defend  it, 
Comprehend  your  existence,  or  else  not  pretend  it : 
Here  rises  a  mountain,  and  you  can't  ascend  it, 
You  are  lost  in  the  valley,  and  sunk  in  despair. 

8  Come  all  ye  bold  Atheists,  who  glory  in  error, 
Deny  the  true  God,  and  pay  homage  to  chance  ; 
Be  struck  with  conviction,  and  tremble  with  terror, 
As  you  on  to  ruin  so  swiftly  advance  : 

By  chance  there  's  a  God,  and  by  chance  there 's 
a  Saviour ; 

By  chance  there  's  a  hell,  and  you  '11  heir  it  for- 
ever ; 

By  chance  there  's  a  heaven  for  each  true  be- 
liever ; 

By  chance  there  are  angels,  and  seraphs  above.  - 

9  The  church  of  the  first  born,  to  bliss  have  at- 
tained, 

Tho'  once  they  were  exiles,  and  wander'd  in  time. 
Eternity 's  before  them,  the  mystery  's  explain'd, 
The  glories  of  heaven  unfolding  in  prime. 
Again   they  're   restored,    to    the    most   pleasing 

bowers  ; 
In  the  presence  of  God,  now  they  spend   their 

sweet  hours ; 
They  taste  of  the  fruit,  and  they  smell  to  the 

flowers, 
And  sing  the  sweet  anthems,  of  Eden  regain'd. 

HYMN  112.    P.  M. 
FI^HE  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 
JL    That  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh, 
So  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 

Decreed  from  all  eternity. 
But  O,  my  soul,  reflect  and  "wonder! 

That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near, 
When  you  shall  see  that  great  transaction, 
.   When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appear. 


126  SWEET    SINGER 

2  See  nature  stand  all  in  amazement, 
To  hear  the  last  load  trumpet  sound  ; 

Arise,  ye  dead,  and  come  to  judgment, 

Ye  nations  of  the  world  around. 
Loud  thunders  rumble  thro'  the  concave, 

And  forked  lightnings  part  the  skies, 
The  heavens  are  shaking,  the  earth  is  quaking, 

The  gloomy  sight  attracts  mine  eyes. 

3  The  orbit  lamps,  all  veil'd  in  sackcloth, 
No  more  their  shining  circuits  run  ; 

The  wheels  of  time  stop  in  a  moment, 

Eternal  things  are  now  begun. 
Huge  massy  rocks,  and  towering  mountains, 

Over  their  tumbling  bases  roar  ; 
The  raging  Ocean,  all  in  commotion, 

Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  shore. 

4  Green  turfy  grave-yards  and  tombs  of  marble 
Give  up  their  dead,  both  small  and  great ; 

See  the  whole  world,  both  saints  and  sinners, 
Are  coming  to  the  judgment-seat — 

See  Jesus  on  the  throne  of  justice, 
Comes  thund'ring  down  the  parted  skies, 

With  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 
Who  hallelujahs,  shout  for  joy. 

5  Bright  shining  streams  from  his  awful  presence, 
His  face  ten  thousand  suns  outshines ; 

Behold  him  coming  in  power  and  glory, 
To  meet  him  all  his  saints  combine. 

"  Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  with  speed  like  lightning, 
Call  all  my  saints  from  distant  lands, 

Those  that  my  blood  from  sin  has  ransom'd, 
Whose  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  stand. 

6  "  O  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
The  parchase  of  my  dying  love  ; 

Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory, 
Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 


OF    ISRAEL.  127 

For  your  dear  souls,  which  have  continued 
With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore, 

I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 
To  reign  with  me  forever  more. 

There  's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water, 

No  sickness,  pain,  nor  death  to  fear ; 
No  sorrows,  sighing,  no  tears  nor  weeping, 

Shall  ever  have  admittance  there. 
But  how  will  sinners  stand  and  tremble, 

When  justice  calls  them  to  the  bar — 
Them  that  reject  his  ofFer'd  mercy, 

Their  everlasting  doom  to  hear. 

8  See  justice  now  with  indignation, 
Calling  aloud  for  sinners'  blood  ; 

Those  that  have  slighted  offer'd  mercy, 

And  crucified  the  Son  ot  God  : 
Depart  from  me,  ye  cursed  sinners  ! 

My  face  you  never  more  shall  see  ; 
Be  banish'd  from  my  peaceful  presence, 

To  dreadful  woe  and  misery. 

9  Each  guilty  soul 's  then  struck  with  horror, 
And  anguish  throbbing  in  their  breast  ; 

Behold  them  doom'd  to  hopeless  sorrow, 

And  never  more  to  look  for  rest. 
Come,  sinners,  here  's  a  faithful  warning, 

Return  to  Jesus  while  you  may  ; 
For  he  is  ready  to  forgive  you, 

Or  else  you  must  depart  away. 

HYMN  113.    P.  M. 

COME,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Emanuel, 
Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 


128  SWEET    SINGER 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie ; 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me,  as  he  pass'd  by, 
"  With  God  you  have  no  union." 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  cry  ; 
And  look'd  this  way  and  that,  to  fly. 
It  griev'd  me  so  that  I  must  die, 

I  strove  salvation  for  to  buy : 
But  still  I  had  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  deal*  Redeemer  took  me  in, 

And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean  ; 
And  oh!  what  seasons  I  have  seen, 
Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
And  went  from,  ho  use  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  found  I  'd  something  still  to  say 
About  this  heav'nly  union. 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing, 
And  mount  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union. 

7  Oh  come,  backsliders,  come  away, 
And  mind  to  do  as  well  as  say; 
And  learn  to  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day ; 

And  then  you  'il  feel  this  union. 

8  We  soon  shall  leave  all  things  below, 
And  quit  these  climes  of  pain  and  woe, 
And  then  we  '11  all  to  glory  go, 

And  then  we  '11  see,  and  hear,  and  knowj 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 


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OF    ISRAEL.  129 

9  Come,  heav'n  and  earth,  unite  your  lays, 
And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise  : 

:i.  ray  soul,  look  on  and  gaze ! 
He  bleeds,  he  dies,  your  debt  he  pays, 
To  give  you  heav'nly  union. 

10  Oh  could  I.  like  an  angel,  sound 
Salvarion  through  the  earth  around, 
The  devil's  kingdom  to  confound  : 

1  d  triumph  on  Emanuel's  ground, 
And  spread  this  glorious  union. 

BYMN  114    P.  M. 

1TTE  soon  shall  break  all  nature's  ties, 
*  T     On  wings  :f  love  our  souls  shall  rise, 
And  shout  salvation  through  the  skies. 
And  win  the  mark,  and  gain  the  prize, 
And  feel  a  blessed  union. 

2  And  when  we  reach  the  blissful  plains 
Where  love  divine  immortal  reigns, 
We  11  bid  adieu  to  all  our  pains, 

And  join  the  sweet  angelic  strain^, 
In  one  eternal  union. 

3  There  we  shall  see  as  we  are  seen, 
Without  a  dimming  veil  between  ; 
And  not  a  cloud  shall  intervene, 
But  all  is  pleasant  and  serene 

In  climes  of  perfect  union. 

4  There  we  shall  reign  eternallv, 
And  praise  the  Lamb  that  sets  us  free, 
Who  groan 'd  and  died  upon  the  tree, 
That  we  might  his  salvation  see, 

And  feel  trus  blessed  union. 

5  .Almighty  God  !  each  heart  and  tongue 
To  thee  shall  raise  a  glorious  song  ; 

All  praises  to  thy  name  belong : 
9 


130  SWEET    SINGER 

Let  Zion  sing,  Thy  kingdom  come, 
And  fill  the  world  with  union. 

6  And  when  the  final  trump  shall  sound, 
And  wake  the  nations  under  ground, 
Our  souls  and  bodies  shall  obey, 

And  fly  to  everlasting  day  ; 
Then  sweet  will  be  this  union. 

7  Divisions  then  will  all  be  o'er, 
And  party  spirit  reign  no  more : 

The  church  triumphant  will  be  pure, 
And  all  God's  people  dwell  secure, 
Where  none  can  break  their  union. 


»  HYMN  115.    C  M. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast: 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest.      * 

3  Dear  name!  the  rock  on  which  I  build; 
My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 

My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
My  prophet,  priest,  ami  king; 

My  Lord,  mv  life,  my  wav,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


OF    ISRAEL.  131 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath  : 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


HYMN  116.    L.  M. 

HAIL.  God  the  Father,  glorious  light! 
Hail,  God  the  Son,  my  soul's  delight! 
Hail,  Holy  Ghost,  eternal  Three ! 
My  anthem  through  eternity. 

2  Ye  glitt'ring  orbs  around  the  skies, 
But  speak  his  glories  in  disguise : 
Your  silent  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  wisdom  of  Emanuel. 

3  Tall  mountains,  that  becloud  the  sky, 
With  all  the  hills  that  round  you  lie, 
While  time  endures  you  ne'er  can  tell 
The  grandeurs  of  Emanuel. 

4  Ye  trembling  seas,  with  dismal  roar, 
Whose  billows  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Your  thund'ring  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  power  of  Emanuel. 

5  Ye  worlds  on  worlds,  with  all  your  throng 
Through  every  clime  extend  your  song ; 

A  guilty  world 's  preserv'd  from  hell, 
By  Christ,  the  King  Emanuel. 

6  Behold  him  leave  his  Father's  throne ; 
Behold  him  bleed,  and  hear  him  groan  : 
Death's  iron  chain  would  fail  to  tell 
The  strength  of  king  Emanuel. 

7  Behold  him  take  his  ancient  seat, 
And  millions  bowing  at  his  feel  ; 
He  conquer'd  all  the  hosts  of  hell 
Yes,  glory  to  Emanuel. 


132  SWEET   SINGER 

8  His  fame  shall  spread  from  pole  to  pole, 
While  glory  rolls  from  soul  to  soul ; 
The  gospel  now  goes  forth  to  tell 
The  love  of  King  Emanuel. 

9  While  I  am  singing  of  his  name, 
My  soul  begins  to  feel  the  flame ; 
I  'm  full,  I  'm  full,  but  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  Emanuel. 

10  I  long  to  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  see  his  glories  blaze  around  : 
Then  will  I  shout,  and  sing,  and  tell, 
Redemption  through  Emanuel. 

11  Ten  thousand  thousand  in  the  throng ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  join  the  song ; 
All  saved  from  a  gaping  hell, 
Give  glory  to  Emanuel. 

12  My  soul 's  transported  with  his  charms ; 
I  long  to  lie  in  Jesu's  arms: — 
My  loving  brethren,  all  farewell, 
I  go  to  meet  Emanuel. 

HYMN  117.    P.  M. 

HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee ; 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 
And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound : 
Sought  thee  wand'nng,  set  thee  right, 
Tum'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee ! 


OF    ISEAEL.  133 

4  Mine  is  a  redeeming  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath  ; 
Free,  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaiat, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint: 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  ; 

Oh,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 

HYMN  118.    CM. 

YONDER — amazing  sight !  I  see 
The  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 
Down  from  his  hands  and  head: 

The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun ! 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky 
Proclaim  the  truth  aloud ; 

And  with  the  amazed  centurion  cry 
■  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 
May  well  my  hopes  revive  : 

If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  diei, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  0,  that  these  cords  of  love  divine 
Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee ! 

Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine  • 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be ! 


134  SWEET    SINGER 

HYMN  119.    P.  M. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 
Oh,  hear&n  humble  suppliant's  cry: 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  : 
Oh,  deign  to  listen  to  my  voice, 
And  bid  this  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 
For  I,  alas,  am  all  that's  vile ; 

No — when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea, 
That  dearest,  sweetest  name  to  me. 

3  Within  this  heart  of  mine,  I  feel 
The  weight  of  sin's  oppressive  load. 

Oh,  help.'  or  else  I  sink  to  hell — 

Crush'd  by  thine  arm,  avenging  God  ! 
Entomb'd  within  that  dread  abyss, 
And  exiled  from  the  realms  of  bliss. 

4  But  ah !  the  thought  alone  is  hell — 
That  prospect  drives  me  to  despair; 

For  who  can  'mid  those  horrors  dwell  ? 

Or  who  those  dreadful  torments  bear  ? 
Where  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears, 
Or  beam  of  joy  the  bosom  cheers ! 

5  Yet,  mighty  God !  thy  powerful  arm 
Can  snatch  me  from  that  dread  abode, 

Can  shield  me  from  th'  impending  harm, 

And  ease  me  of  my  heavy  load  : 
One  pardoning  word  can  make  me  whole, 
And  soothe  the  auguish  of  my  soul. 

6  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  Love  ! 
Then,  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  135 

Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  : 
Oh !  listen  to  a  sufferer's  voice, 
Then  shall  this  bleeding  heart  rejoice ! 

HYMN  120.    P.  M. 

HEAR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 
"  Oh  my  people,  faint  and  few  ; 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 
Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  ; 
Thorns  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  vour  ways ; 

You  shall  name  your  walls  Salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

2  "  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 
Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow  ; 

For  ttie  Lord  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow: 
Still  in  undisturb'd  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

3  "Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending, 
Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see ; 

But  your  griefs  for  ever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 
God  shall  rise,  and,  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 

God  your  everlasting  light'" 

HYMN  121.    C.  M. 

ARISE  and  shine,  oh,  Zion  fair, 
Behold  thy  light  is  come ! 
Thy  glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 
To  take  his  exiles  home .- 


136  SWEET    SINGER 

The  trumpet 's  sounding  through  the  sky, 

To  set  poor  captives  free  ; 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  nigh, 

The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds,  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 
The  earth  must  know  her  doom  ; 

Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  Judge  is  come: 
Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth! 

Consume  the  rolling  flood : 
Let  every  star  swift  disappear, 

And  turn  the  moon  to  blood ! 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Before' the  Judge  appear; 

All  tongues  and  languages  must  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear ! 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round  ; 
And  Gabriel  with  a  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  awful  sound! 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 
To  sinners  now  is  o'er ; 

The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more ! 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love! 

5  Come  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Whose  hearts  are  join'd  in  one  ; 

Hold  up  your  heads  with  courage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run  .- 
Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand, 

And  smiling  bid  you  come, 
And  angels  whisp'ring  you  away, 

To  your  eternal  home. 


OF    ISRAEL.  137 

HYMN  122.    P.  M. 

BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring, 
To  my  rapturd  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Around  the  bright  elysian. 
Lo !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies; 
Sons  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 
Freely  flash  belbre  him ; 

Myriads,  witii  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him ; 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame  ; 
Lutes  of  iucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 
From  their  princely  station ; 

Shout  his  glorijus  victories, 
Sing  the  great  salvation ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One! 

4  Hark !  the  thrilling  symphonies, 
Seem  methinks  to  seize  us; 

Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus ! — 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus — Jesus — flows  along. 

HYMN  123.    P.  M. 

DEATH,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors, 
And  a  terror  unto  kings; 


133  fSWEET    SINGER 

Oft  he  fills  our  minds  with  horrors, 
Telling  us  of  frightful  things  ; 

Lands  of  darkness,  shades  of  silence, 
Gloomy  vaults  where  pris'ners  lie  : 

How  many  thousands  he  has  conquer'd ! 
We,  alas  !  must  shortly  die ! — 

2  "  Yes,  I  'm  Death,  I  spare  not  any, 
Children,  husbands,  or  their  wives  ;    .• 

Nor  am  I  ever  brib'd  by  money — 
Physic  will  not  save  their  lives  : 

Deaf  I  am  to  all  entreaties, 
When  commission 'd,  forth  I  go  ; 

With  mortal  paleness  on  my  features. 
Thus  I  give  the  fatal  blow ! 

3  "  See,  weak  man,  how  unexpected, 
In  my  chariot  forth  I  ride ! 

Fierce  convulsions,  pains,  and  fevers, 
Are  the  weapons  by  my  side  : 

Kingdoms,  countries,  or  their  cities, 
Kings,  their  councils,  or  their  slaves, 

None  of  these  mine  eyes  ha\e  pitied, 
Quick  I  bring  them  to  their  graves. 

4  "  See  them  lie  without  distinction  ! 
Thus  I  boast  my  thousands  slain ; 

Nor  can  reason's  comprehension 
E'er  behold  them  rise  again." — 

Stop,  oh  Death !  don't  boast  of  vict'ry  ; 
Stop  and  hear  what  faith  can  say ! 

Our  blessed  Jesus,  glorious  Saviour! 
Was  entomb'd  near  Calvary. 

5  See  him  rising!  hear  him  triumph! 
"I,  oh  Death!  have  conquer'd  you; 

Though  thy  looks  are  so  dismaying 
To  my  saints,  I  '11  bring  them  through. 

This  gives  cause  for  all  believers 
To  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King; 

Death 's  no  more  than  a  dark  curtain, 
Drawn  to  let  my  saints  come  in. 


OP   ISRAEL.     *  139 

6  "  There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
There  the  weary  are  at  rest ; 

There  my  saints  do  cease  from  suffering, 

There  they  are  divinely  blest; 
Free  from  sin,  and  free  from  sorrow, 

Free  from  sickness,  care,  and  pain — 
Gloomy  thoughts,  or  dismal  horrors, 

Ne'er  shall  frighten  them  again." 

7  Thus  the  saints  in  holy  triumph 
May  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King, 

Ask  the  grave,  "  Where  is  thy  victory  ? 

Boasting  death!  where  is  thy  sting  ?" 
Redeem'd  and  pardon'd  through  the  Saviour, 

Though  the  grave  my  flesh  annoy, 
Death  's  but  the  gate  to  endless  glory, 

Gate  to  everlasting  joy. 

HYMN  124.    P.  M. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 
Where  streams  of  joy  for  ever  roll, 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray; 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 
A  lamp  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  danger ; 

But  'tis  the  path  that  leads  to  God, 
And  like  a  faithful  soldier 

I  '11  boldly  march  along  the  road. 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  breast-plate,  helmet,  and  my  shield  ; 
And  fight  the  host  of  Satan, 

Until  I  reach  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I  'm  on  my  way  to  Zion, 

Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand  ; 
Oh  come  along,  dear  sinners, 
And  see  Emanuel's  happy  land : 


140  SWEET    SINGER 

To  all  who  stay  behind  me, 
I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell ; 

Come  now,  or  you  '11  repent  it, 
When  you  shall  reach  the  gates  of  hell. 

4  The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 
And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before  ; 

Oh  how  I  stand  and  tremble 
To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar ! 

Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 
And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there  ? 

From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 
And  to  the  regions  of  despair  ? 

5  The  stream  shall  not  affright  me, 
Although  'tis  deeper  than  the  grave, 

If  Jesus  stands  beside  me, 

I  '11  smoothly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave  : 
His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean, 

His  lamp  has  cheer'd  the  gloomy  vale, 
Oh !  may  this  Friend  be  with  me 

While  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sail ! 

6  Come  then,  thou  king  of  terrors, 
And  with  thy  dagger  lay  me  low — 

I  then  shall  reach  those  regions 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow. 

Oh  sinners!  shall  I  leave  you? 
No  more  to  join  your  social  band  ! 

No  more  to  stand  beside  you, 
Till  at  the  judgment  bar  we  stand? 

7  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll ; 
Then  we  shall  see  the  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels,  come 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  faithful  servants  home. 


OF    ISRAEL.  141 

8  Then,  sinners,  you  '11  be  driven 

Down  to  the  lake  of  fire  and  pain, 
To  dwell  in  flaming  sulphur, 

And  never  to  return  again. 
Then,  sinners,  you'll  remember 

Who  warn'd  you  of  that  dreadful  end; 
While  the  smoking  of  your  torment, 

In  pitchy  clouds  shall  up  ascend. 


HYMN  125.    P.  M. 

I'M  tired  with  visits,  modes,  and  forms, 
And  flatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms ; 
Their  conversation  cloys  : 
Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuff: 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  best  company,  my  Lord,  thou  life  of  all  my 
joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue : 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 
Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold,  nor  think  the 
darkness  long. 

3  There  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  sins  (a  heavy  load) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name, 
That  knew  no  guilt  nor  grief  his  own,  but  bare  it 
all  for  me. 

4  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  passion  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drown' d  in  tears : 


142  SWEET    SINGER 

Yet  with  the  sympathetic  smart, 
There 's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  heart ! 
The  cursed  tree  has  blessings  in  't,  my  sweetest 
balm  it  bears. 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  sufferer  tell, 
How  on  the  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell, 

And  all  the  powers  beneath : 
Transported  and  inspired,  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song: 
How  has  the  serpent  lost  his  sting,  andwher^'s 
thy  vict'ry,  death  ? 

6  But  when  he  shows  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  fire  :  • 

Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  wounds  with  more  in- 
tense desire. 

7  Kindly  he  opes  to  me  his  ear, 
And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains : 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burthen'd  heart, 
In  every  woe  he  bears  a  part, 
His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand  my  drooping 
head  sustains. 


HYMN  126.    C.  M. 

WHEN  secret  sins  before  us  rise, 
.  In  all  their  dread  array, 
And  justice  frowns  on  every  side, 
To  find  relief,  we  pray. 

2  When  sore  temptations  vex  the  soul, 

And  fill  it  with  dismay  ; 
The  Saviour  speaks,  the  storm  is  hush'd : 

O  then  't  is  good  to  pray. 


OF    ISRAEL.  143 

3  When  light  shines  on  the  soul 
Its  bright  and  cheering  ray, 

And  points  it  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
O  then  't  is  good  to  pray. 

4  When  Christ  appears,  the  sinner's  Hope, 
And  drives  his  fears  away ; 

And  softly  speaks  his  sins  forgiven, 
O  then  how  sweet  to  pray ! 

5  When  pure  religion  o'er  the  heart 
Holds  an  unbounded  sway  ; 

And  hourly  lifts  the  heart  to  God, 
O  then  't  is  sweet  to  pray. 

6  When  friends  are  taken  from  our  arms, 
In  the  cold  grave  to  stay  ; 

To  him  who  dries  the  mourner's  tears, 
'T  will  then  be  good  to  pray. 

7  When  to  the  shining  courts  above, 
The  joyful  soul  is  raised  ; 

And  wrapp'd  in  ecstasy  and  love, 
T  will  then  be  heaven  to  praise. 

HYMN  127.    P.  M. 

BY   AN   INDIAN. 

IN  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh, 
Den  me  look  heaben,  and  send  up  cry, 
Upon  my  knees  so  low  ; 
Dat  God  on  high,  in  shmy  place, 
See  me  in  night,  wid  teary  face, 
De  priest  did  tell  me  so. 

2  God  send  his  angel  take  me  ka, 
He  cum  himself  and  hear  me  pray, 

If  inside  heart  do  pray  ; 
He  see  me  now,  he  no  me  heare, 
He  say,  poor  Indian,  ncber  fear, 

Me  wid  you  night  and  day. 


144  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Den  me  love  God,  wid  inside  heart, 
He  fight  for  me,  he  take  my  part, 

He  save  my  life  before. 
God  love  poor  Indian  in  de  wood, 
So  me  love  God,  and  dat  be  good, 

Me  praise  him  two  times  more. 


HYMN  128.    P.  M. 

HAIL,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
Learn  with  me  your  certain  doom, 
Learn  with  me  your  fate  to-morrow, 

Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 
&ee  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn, 
»jife  from  vegetation  flying. 
Calls  to  mind  the  mould'ring  urn. 

2  Lo !  in  yonder  forest  standing, 
Lofty  cedars,  how  they  nod, 

Scenes  of  nature,  how  surprising ! 

Read  in  nature,  nature's  God. 
While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  our  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 

We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 

3  Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring, 
Noisy  waters  round  me  rise, 

While  I  sit,  my  fate  deploring, 
Tears  fast  streaming  from  my  eyes. 

What  to  me  is  autumn's  treasure, 
Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy  ? 

Long  have  I  lost  all  youthful  pleasure, 
Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 

4  Former  friends,  how  oft  I  've  sought  them, 
Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind, 

Now  they're  gone  like  leaves  of  autumn, 
Driv'n  before  the  dreary  wind. 


OF    ISRAEL.  145 

When  a  few  more  days  are  wasted, 

And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o'er, 

When  a  few  more  griefs  I  've  tasted, 

1  shall  rise  to  fall  no  more. 

5  Fast  my  sun  of  life  's  declining, 

Soon  't  will  set  in  endless  night, 
But  my  hopes,  pure  and  reviving, 

Rise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing, 

Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom, 
Then  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 

Shall  "be  borne  beyond  the  tomb, 

HYMN  129.    L.  M. 

SEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
Seated  on  his  Father's  throne ; 
Now,  poor  sinner,  Christ  will  show  thee 
That  he 's  with  the  Father  one : 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting, 
At  the  sight  of  fiercer  pain  : 

Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  weep?  and  cries  in  vain: 

Greatly  mourning. 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love : 

O!  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  I  felt  the  spirit  move ! 

Doom'd  I  'm  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted, 
While  he  daily  sought  my  soul, 

If  my  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broko  them  all : 
10 


146  SWEET    SINGER 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll ! 

5  There  I  see  my  godly  neighbours, 
Who  were  once  despis'd  by  me, 

Now  they  're  clad  in  dazzling  splendour, 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see  : 

Farewell,  neighbours — 
Dismal  gulf,  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

6  Hail !  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness, 
Groaning,  rattling  of  your  chains ! 

Christ  has  now  announc'd  my  sentence, 
I'm  to  dwell  in  endless  pains; 

Down  I'm  rolling. 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  plainly  shows  me, 
Hell  is  not  a  fabled  thing, 

Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory, 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing. 

I'm  tormented 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 


HYMN  130.    P.  M. 

TEMPTED,  tossed,  troubled  spirit, 
Dost  thou  groan  beneath  thy  load  ? 
Fearing  thou  shalt  not  inherit 
In  the  kingdom  of  thy  God  ? 
View  thy  Saviour  on  the  mountain, 

In  temptation's  painful  hour  ; 
Though  of  grace  himself  the  fountain, 
And  the  Lord  of  boundless  pow'r. 

2  Do  thy  blooming  prospects  languish  ? 

Say'st  thou  still,  "  I  'm  not  his  child  ?" 
View  thy  Saviour's  dreadful  anguish, 

Famish'd  in  the  gloomy  wild. 


OF   ISRAEL.  147 

Not  a  step  in  all  thy  journey, 
Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears, 

But  thy  Lord  hath  trod  before  thee, 
And  thy  way  to  glory  clears. 

3  Though  through  seas  of  tribulation 
Jesus  calls  thee  here  to  go, 

He  hath  wrought  thy  great  salvation 

In  far  deeper  seas  of  woe. 
Jesus,  though  by  God  anointed, 

Christ,  the  co-eternal  Son, 
As  by  loye  divine  appointed, 

Treads  the  wine-press  all  alone. 

4  Sinks  thy  soul  in  waves  of  sorrow  ? 
Pass  o'er  Kedron's  rolling  flood, 

Witness  there  the  doleful  horror 

Of  the  sufF'ring  Son  of  God. 
There  the  victim,  groaning,  w7eeping, 

Bears  the  wrath,  of  God" alone, 
While  his  senseless  followers  sleeping, 

Scarce  regard  a  single  groan. 

5  On  the  chilly  ground  extended, 
Lo,  he  takes  the  bitter  cup ! 

With  Almighty  vengeance  blended, 
Drinks  the  dreadful  contents  up; 

Now  th'  avenging  sword  pursues  him 
Up  to  Calv'ry's  rugged  brow: 

There  the  wTath  of  God  doth  bruise  him, 
But  my  soul  escapes  the  blowr. 

6  Glory,  honour,  power,  and  blessing, 
Be  unto  the  Father  given : 

Sing  his  praises  without  ceasing, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 

Glory  be  to  Christ  the  Saviour, 
Who  hath  bought  us  with  his  blood ; 

Glory  to  the  blessed  Spirit, 
Glory  to  the  mighty  God. 


143  SWEET    SINGER 

HYMN  131.    P.  M. 

THOU  sweet  gliding   Kedron,  by  thy  silver 
stream, 
Our  Saviour  at  midnight,  when  Cynthia's  pale  beam 
Shone  bright  on  thy  waters,  did  frequently  stray, 
And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day. 

Carrie  saints  and  adore  him,  come'bow  at  his  feel, 
Oh,  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  loud  Anthem  that  gladdens  the  skies, 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapours  that  fell  on  his 

head, 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed ! 
The  Angels,  astonish'd,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  follow'd  their  master  with  silent  delight. 

3  0  garden  of  Olivet — dear  honour'd  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot ; 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above, 
The  wonder  of  joy,  and  the  wonder  of  love. 


HYMN  132.    C.  M. 

SWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love 
Lie  just  before  mine  eyes; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I  'd  to  those  rivers  fly ; 
I  'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 
With  joy  outstrip  the  wind ; 

1  'd  cross  o'er  Jordan's  stormy  waves, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 
My  troubles  will  be  o'er ; 

I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 


OF    ISRAEL.  149 

My  raptured  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

In  love's  unbounded  sea: 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 

Is  ravishing  to  me. 

3  Oh  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away, 
And  bear  me  to  the  sky  ! 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay — 

Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh : 
I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 

And  in  thy  image  shine  ; 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 

And  be  for  ever  thine. 

4  Then  will  I  tune  my  harp  of  gold 
To  my  eternal  King, 

Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told 

I'll  make  thy  praises  ring. 
All  hail,  eternal  Son  of  God, 

Who  died  on  Calvary ! 
Who  bought  me  with  his  precious  blood, 

From  endless  misery. 

5  Ten  thousand  thousand  join  in  one 
To  praise  the  eternal  three, 

Prostrate  before  the  blazing  throne, 

In  deep  humility ; 
They  rise  and  tune  their  harps  of  gold, 

And  join  the  immortal  choir, 
Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told 

To  raise  his  praises  higher. 

6  Salvation  in  sweet  purling  streams 
Through  Canaan's  land  doth  roll, 

Proceeding  from  the  throne  of  God 

To  bathe  the  pilgrim's  soul  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  glitt'ring  crowns, 

All  set  with  diamonds  bright! 
And  there  my  Saviour  Jesus  reigns, 

Who  is  my  heart's  delight. 


150  SWEET    SINGER 


HYMN  133.    P.  M. 

WANDERING  pilgrims,  mourning  Christians, 
Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  sin  are  sore  distress'd  ; 
Christ  hath  sent  me  to  invite  you, 

To  a  rich  and  costly  feast: 
Let  not  shame  or  pride  prevent  you, 
Come,  the  rich  provision  taste. 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 
And  bemoan  your  wretched  case, 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  repenting, 
-    He  will  give  you  gospel  grace. 
If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 

Love  and  serve  him  here  below; 
With  your  troubles  now  draw  near  him, 

He  the  blessing  will  bestow. 

3  If  like  poor  Bartimeus  blinded, 
You  bewail  the  want  of  sight ; 

Cry  to  Jesus,  Son  of  David, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  light. 
If,  like  Mary,  you  've  been  keeping 

Seven  devils  in  your  embrace ; 
Fly.  like  her,  to  Jesus,  weeping, 

He  will  bid  you  go  in  peace. 

4  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 
Doubting  Jesu's  pardoning  love; 

Lie  hard  by  Bethesda,  waiting 

Till  the  troubled  waters  move. 
If  no  one  appear  lo  help  you, 

All  their  erforts  prove  but  talk; 
Jesus  ready  waits  to  heal  you, 

He  will  bid  you  rise  and  walk. 

5  If  like  Peter,  you  are  sinking 
In  the  sea  of  unbelief; 


OF    ISRAEL.  151 


Wait  with  patient,  constant  praying, 
Christ  will  grant  you  sweet  relief. 

Are  you  weary,  heavy  laden  ? 
He  will  give  you  sweet  repose  : 

Bear  his  light  and  easy  burden, 
He  shall  conquer  all  your  foes. 


HYMN  134.    L.  M. 

I'VE  'listed  in  the  holy  war, 
Content  to  suffer  soldier's  fare; 
The  banner  over  me  is  love, 

1  draw  my  rations  from  above. 

2  I  've  fought  through  many  a  battle  sore, 
And  I  must  fight  through  many  more ; 

I  '11  take  my  breast-plate,  sword,  and  shield, 
And  boldly  march  into  the  field. 

3  I  've  'listed,  and  I  mean  to  fight 
Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight  ; 
And  when  the  vict'ry  I  have  won, 
I  '11  give  the  praise  to  God  alone. 

4  Come,  Christian  heroes,  go  with  me ; 
Come,  face  the  foe,  and  never  flee  : 
The  heavenly  battle  is  begun, 

Come,  take  the  field,  and  wear  the  crown. 

5  With  'listing  orders  I  am  come — 

Come  rich,  come  poor,  come  old  and  young ; 
Here  's  bounty  money  Christ  has  given, 
And  glorious  crowns  laid  up  in  heaven. 

6  Our  General  he  has  gone  before, 
And  you  may  draw  on  grace's  store  : 
But  if  you  will  not  'list  and  fight, 
You  '11  sink  into  eternal  night. 


152  SWEET   SINGEK 

HYMN  135.    L.  M. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts,  Emanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends ; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay. 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 


We  'U  serve  the  Lord,  we  '11  watch  and  pray, 
We  '11  serve  the  Lord,  in  the  righteous  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 

If  we  but  strive,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

We'll  serve  ike  Lord,  $c, 

3  Oh,  good  old  way !  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart; 

But  may  our  actions  always  say, 

We  're  marching  in  the  good  okl  way. 

We'll  serve  the  Lord,  <yc 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ, 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy ; 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day,. 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

We'll  serve  tlte  Lord,  <yc 

5  The  good  old  way  is  safe  by  night ; 
No  mortal  foe  our  souls  shall  fright, 
If  all  along  throughout  the  day 
We're  walking  in  the  good  old  way. 

We'll  serve  the  Lord,  §-c 

6  Ye  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Who  count  all  earthly  things  but  loss  ; 
Continue  still  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

We  '11  serve  the  Lord,  $c. 


or   ISKAEL.  153 

7  The  pillar  and  the  cloud  before ! 
The  watchmen  cry,  the  trumpets  roar ! 
Tall  sons  of  Anak  we  will  slay, 

And  shout  along  the  good  old  way. 

We  '11  serve  the  Lord,  fyc. 

8  The  promised  land  is  just  in  view, 

And  I  'm  resolved  to  go  with  you ;  , 

Press  on,  my  soul,  and  win  the  day, 
By  running  in  the  good  old  way. 

We  11  serve  the  Lord,  tyc. 

9  Then  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand  ; 
And  view  by  faith  that  happy  land; 
Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way, 

We  '11  serve  the  Lord,  fyc. 

10  Then,  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 

We  '11  meet  with  those  who  're  gone  before  ; 
And  shout  to  think  we  've  gain'd  the  day 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

We  '11  serve  the  Lord,  tyc. 

HYMN  136.    L.M. 

THERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies ; 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
Yet  often  fear  't  is  not  for  me. 


But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend,  oh,  hallelujah  ; 

Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  strait, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein  ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

But  Jesus,  fa. 


154  SWEET    SINGER 

3  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  ray  spirit  goes ; 
The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
JN'or  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

But  Jesuit,  Sfc 

4  Through  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
Dimly  the  heavenly  way  appears  \ 

But  in  this  way  methinks  I  see 
The  track  of  Him  who  died  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  #c. 

5  I  trace  the  footsteps  of  my  God, 
Who  on  the  cross  sustain'd  ray  load  : 
'T  was  on  that  dark  and  doleful  day, 
In  streaming  blood  he  pass'd  this  way. 

But  Jesus,  fyc. 

6  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 
Through  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 

But  Jesus,  tyc. 

7  Then,  oh  my  soul,  arise  and  sine ; 
Behold  thy  Saviour,  Friend,  and  King! 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,  "  Press  on,  and  take  the  crown." 

But  Jesus,  6fC. 

8  "  Prove  faithful  then  a  few  more  days ; 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  win  the  race  ; 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

But  Jesus,  Sfc. 

9  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  tomb  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

But  Jesus,  tyc. 


OF    ISRAEL.  155 

HYMX  137.    C.  M. 

HARK  !  listen  to  the  trumpeters  ! 
They  sound  for  volunteers! 
On  Zion's  bright  and  flowery  mount — 

Behold  the  officers — 
Their  horses  white,  their  garments  bright, 

With  crown  and  bow  they  stand, 
Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 
To  march  for  Canaan's  land. 

2  It  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame  ; 
A  soldier  I  will  be  ; 

I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  fight  for  liberty. 
They  want  no  cowards  in  their  band, 

(They  will  their  colours  fly) 
But  call  for  valiant-hearted  men, 

Who  're  not  afraid  to  die. 

3  The  armies  now  are  in  parade, 
How  martial  they  appear ! 

All  arm'd  and  dress'd  in  uniform, 

Thev  look  like  men  of  war ; 
They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  Eternal  Lamb. 
His  garments  stain'd  with  his  own  blood, — 

King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 
And  drive  the  hosts  of  hell  ; 

low  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms ! 

The  great  Emanuel! — 
dinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

Th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 

id  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

There  is  a  green  and  flow'ry  field, 
Whex-e  fruits  immortal  grow ; 


156  SWEET    SINGER 

There,  cloth'd  in  white,  the  angels  bright 

Our  great  Redeemer  know. 
We  '11  shout  and  sing  for  evermore 

In  that  eternal  world : 
But  Satan  and  his  armies  too, 

Shall  down  to  hell  be  hurl'd. 

6  Hold  up  your  heads,  ye  soldiers  bold, 

Redemption  's  drawing  nigh, 
We  soon  shall  hear  th^  trumpet  sound, 

'T  will  shake  both  earth  and  sky  : 
In  fiery  chariots  then  we  '11  fly. 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire, 
And  meet  around  the  starry  throne, 

To  tune  th'  immortal  lyre. 


HYMN  138.    P.  M. 

THROUGH  tribulations  deep 
The  way  to  glory  is; 
This  stormy  course  I  keep 

On  these  tempestuous  seas : 
By  waves  and  winds  I  'm  toss'd  and  driv'n, 
Freighted  with  grace,  and  bound  to  heav'n. 

2  Sometimes  temptations  blow 
A  dreadful  hurricane  ; 

And  high  the  waters  flow, 

And  o'er  my  sides  break  in  : 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blust'ring  winds  and  surging  waves. 

3  When  I  in  my  distress 
My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 

Within  the  promises, 

It  nolds  my  vessel  fast : 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  winds  and  swelling  tides. 


OF    ISRAEL.  157 

4  If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 

And  heaven  no  breezes  give, 
The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 

I  tug,  and  toil,  and  strive; 
Through  slorms  and  calms  for  many  a  day 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 

5  But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 
Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail, 

My  vessel  goes  with  ease 

Before  the  pleasant  gale  ; 
And  runs  as  much  an  hour,  or  more, 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

6  Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight, 
The  sun  doth  not  appear; 

Nor  can  I  in  the  night 

Behold  the  moon  or  star : 
Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks,  or  more, 
I  cannot  see  the  sky  or  shore. 

7  As  at  the  time  of  noon, 
My  quadrant,  faith,  I  take, 

To  view  my  Christ,  my  sun, 

If  he  the  clouds  should  break : 
I  'm  happy  when  his  face  I  see, 
I  know  then  whereabouts  I  be. 

8  The  Bible  is  my  chart, 
By  it  the  seas  I  know; 

I  cannot  with  it  part, 

Its  rocks  and  sands  doth  show : 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  for  ever  true. 

9  I  keep  aloof  from  pride, 
These  rocks  I  pass  with  care ; 

I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair: 
Presumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  run. 


158  SWEET    SIXGER 

10  When  through  a  strait  I  go, 
Or  near  some  coast  am  drove, 

The  plummet  forth  I  throw, 
And  thus  my  safety  prove  : 
My  conscience  is  the  line  which  I 
Fathom  the  depth  of  water  by. 

11  My  vessel  would  be  lost 
In  spite  of  all  my  care, 

But  that  the  Holy  "Ghost 

Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer: 
And  I  through  all  my  voyage  will 
Depend  upon  my  steersman's  skill. 

12  Ere  I  can  reach  heav'n's  coast, 
I  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 

Which  fatal  proves  to  most — 

For  all  this  passage  go  : 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'erwhelm, 
If  God  himself  is  at  the  helm. 

13  When  through  the  gulf  I  get, 
(Though  rough,  it  is  but  short) 

The  pilot  angels  meet, 

And  bring  me  into  port : 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 


HYMN  139.    C  M. 

|"  ORD !  when  together  here  we  meet, 
JLi  And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We  're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 

With  ev'ry  one  remain. 


OF    ISRAEL.  15 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 

Till  we  around  thy  gracious  throne 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 
Shall  then  forever  dy, 

And  not  one  thought  that  we  should  part, 
Once  intercept  our  joy. 

5  Where,  void  of  all  distracting  pains, 
Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  : 

But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus,  through  all  eternity, 
Upon  the  heav'nly  shore, 

The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah  we  11  adore. 


HTMN  140.    P.  M. 

A  FEW  more  days  on  earth  to  spend, 
And  all  my  tolls  and  cares  shall  end, 
Then  I  shall  see  my  God  and  friend, 

And  praise  his  name  on  high. 
There  "s  no  more  sighs,  and  no  more  tears, 
There  *s  no  more  pains,  and  no  more  fears, 
But  God  and  Christ  and  heav'n  appears, 
Unto  the  ravished  eye. 

|S  Then,  oh!  my  soul,  despond  no  more, 
|  The  storm  of  life  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  I  shall  find  the  peaceful  shore 

Of  everlasting  rest. 
O  happv  car !  0  joyful  hour, 
When  freed  from  earth,  my  soul  shall  tow'r 
Beyond  the  reach  of  Satan's  power, 
To  be  forever  blest. 


160  SWEET    SINGER 

3  My  soul  anticipates  the  day, 
I  'd  joyfully  the  call  obey, 
Which  summonses  my  soul  away, 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 
There  I  shall  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  dwell  in  his  belov'd  embrace, 
And  taste  the  fulness  of  his  grace, 

And  sing  redeeming  love. 


4  Though  dire  afflictions  press  me  sore, 
And  death's  black  billows  roll  before  ; 
Yet  still  by  faith  I  see  the  shore, 

Beyond  the  rolling  flood; 
The  heav'nly  Canaan  sweet  and  fair, 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes  appear ; 
It  makes  me  almost  think  I  'm  there, 

In  yonder  bright  abode. 


5  To  earthly  cares  I  'd  say  farewell, 
And  triumph  over  death  and  hell, 
And  go  where  saints  and  angels  dwell, 

To  praise  the  eternal  Three. 
I  '11  join  with  them  who  're  gone  before, 
Who  sing  and  shout,  their  suff'rings  o'er, 
Where  pain  and  parting  are  no  more, 

To  all  eternity. 

6  Adieu,  ye  scenes  of  noise  and  show, 
And  all  this  region  here  below, 
Where  nought  but  disappointments  grow, 

A  better  world  's  in  view. 
My  Saviour  calls !  I  haste  away, 
I  would  not  here  for  ever  stay  : 
Hail !  ye  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 

Vain  world,  once  more,  adieu. 


OF    ISRAEL.  **T 

HYMN  141.    L.M. 

MY  dearest  friends,  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove  ; 
Your  friendship 's  like  the  strongest  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company  's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear, 

And  when  I  see  that  we  must  paVt, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray, 
How  loth  we  are  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face  ! 

4  0  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind ; 
But  duty  makes  me  understand, 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand". 

5  And  since  it  is  God's  holy  will, 
That  we  be  parted  for  a'  while, 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 
We  '11  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

6  My  dearest  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
I  hope  you  will  in  Christ  go  on  ; 

Fight  on,  and  soon  you  '11  win  the  prize, 
Those  happy  regions  in  the  skies. 

7  How  oft  I  've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears, 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seem'd  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  think  we  '11  meet  again. 

8  A  few  more  days  and  years  at  most, 
And  we  shall  reach  fair  Canaan's  coast, 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 

We  '11  clasp  anew  the  immortal  hand 

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162  SWEET    SINGER 

9  I  hope  you  will  remember  me, 
If  you  no  more  my  face  should  see, 
An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

10  O  blessed  day,  O  glorious  hope, 
My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 

We  '11  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 

Hymn  142.  c.  m. 

BEHOLD  the  tears  that  mourners  shed- 
Their  many  sins  forgiven! 
Their  doubts  and  darkness  all  are  fled, 
In  peaceful  hope  of  heaven. 

2  Say,  burden'd  soul,  whose  num'rous  sins 
In  dark  array  are  set; 

What  canst  thou  do  to  mitigate 
The  terrors  of  thy  debt  ? 

3  Canst  thou  not  love  the  friend  who  died 
That  burden  to  assume? 

Who  shrunk  not  from  the.  crown  of  thorns, 
The  scourge — the  cross — the  tomb. 

4  If  heavy  is  the  weight  of  guilt, 
Thy  love  must  greater  be — 

Then  he,  whose  blood  for  man  was  spilt, 
Will  shed  his  peace  on  thee. 

5  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; 
He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 

He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 


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HYMN  143.    P.  M. 
REAT  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners, 


Thou  hast  wondrous  power  to  save; 
Grant  me  grace,  and  still  protect  me, 
Over  life's  tempestuous  wave  : 


OF    ISRAEL.  163 

May  my  soul  with  sacred  transport, 

View  the -dawn  while  yet  afar; 
And  until  the  sun  arises. 

Lead  me  by  the  morning  star. 

2  Oh  what  madness!  oh  what' folly! 
That  my  heart  should  go  astray 

After  vain  and  foolish  trifles — 

Trifles  only  of  a  day ; 
This  vain  world,  with  all  its  pleasures, 

Very  soon  will  be  no  more  ; 
There 's  no  object  worth  admiring, 

But  the  God  whom  Ave  adore. 

3  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 

On  the  banks"  beyond  the  stream ; 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  is  their  theme. 
Hark !  they  whisper ;  lo !  they  call  me, 

Sister  spirit,  come  away ; 
Lo  !  I  come ;  earth  can't  "contain  me, — 

Hail  the  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Swiftly  roll,  ye  lingering  hours, 
Seraphs,  lend  your  glitfring  wings  ; 

Love  absorbs  my  ransom'd:  powers, 
Heavenlv  sounds  around./ne  ring. 

Worlds  of  light,  and  crowns  of  glory, 
Far  above  yon  azure  sky  : 

Through  my  faith  I  now  behold  you, 
I  '11  enjoy  you  soon  on  high. 

HYMN  144.    P.  M. 

COME,  O  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 
An  evening  walk  becoming  thee  ; 
Now  whither  dost  thou  choose,  we  shall  take  our 
course, 
Up  to  Calvary  or  Gethsemane  ? 


164  SWEET    SINGER 

2  Oh  !  Calvary  is  a  mountain  high, 
'T  is  too  difficult  a  task  for  me, 

To  indulge  in  balmy  sleep,  would  far  better  suit 
my  taste, 
Than  Calvary  or  Gethsem.ane. 

3  O !  it  would  not  appear  such  a  mountain  high, 
Nor  yet  so  hard  a.task  for  thee, 

If  thou  didst  love  the  man  who  first  laid  the  plan 
Of  climbing  the  mountain  Calvary. 

4  I  had  rather  abide  in  the  pleasant  plain, 
My  gay  companions  there  to  see, 

And  to  tarry  awhile  in  the  joys  of  the  world, 
Than  to  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

5  Thy  gay  companions  ere  long  will  be  gone, 
Poor  blinded  souls,  could  they  but  see  ! 

And  if  ever  thou  would 'st  stand   on   Canaan's 
happy  land, 
Thou  must  first  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

6  There  is  no  pleasure  that  I  can  behold, 
'T  is  a  sad  and  dreary  path  to  me, 

And  I  have  heard  them  say,  there  are  lions  in  the 
way, 
And  they  lurk  in  the  mountain  Calvary. 

7  True!  it  is  a  strajf  and  narrow  road, 
And  lions  lurk  there  for  their  prey  ; 

But  thou  shalt  have  a  guard,  vea,  the  angels  of  God 
Shall  conduct  thee  up  to  Calvary. 

8  I  had  rather  have  peace,  and  live  at  my  ease, 
Than  to  be  afflicted  thus  by  thee, 

When  blooming  youth  is  gone,  and  old  age  comes  on, 
I  will  then  go  with  thee  to  Calvary. 

9  There  is  no  time  so  good  as  youth, 
To  travel  this  mountain  you  must  see, 

For  when  old  age  comes  on,  with  its  great  load  of 
sin, 
How  then  canst  thou  climb  up  Calvary  ? 


OF    ISRAEL.  165 


10  O  conscience,  thou  art  ever  making  a  ; 
I  cannot  enjoy  any  peace  for  thee  ; 

There  is  time  enough  yet,  and  the  journey's  not 
so  great, 

1  can  soon  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

11  Oh  hark  !  I  hear  a  doleful  sound, 
And  thou  shouldst  greatly  alarmed  be ; 

A  blooming  youth  is  gone,  and  is  sleeping  in  the 
tomb, 
Who  refused  to  climb  up  Calvary 

12  Alas !  I  know  not  what  to  do, 
For  thou  hast  greatly  alarmed  me, 

In  sin  I  have  gone  on,  till  I  fear  I  am  undone, 
Lord  help  me  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

13  O  tarry  not  in  all  the  plain, 

Lest  it  prove  a  dangerous  snare  to  thee, 
But  look  up  to  the  man  who  was  bruised  for  thy 
sin, 
And  he  '11  help  thee  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

HYMN  145.    C.  M. 

BEHOLD  that  great  and  awful  day 
Of  parting  soon  will  come, 
When  sinners  must  be  hurl'd  away, 
And  Christians  gather'd  home. 

2  Sinners  among  the  damn'd  shall  lie, 
Bound  with  a  fiery  chain  ; 

And  gnash  their  teeth,  and  howl,  and  cry, 
And  wring  their  hands  in  vain. 

3  "  Now  hail !  all  hail !  ye  frightful  ghostsJ 
With  whom  I  once  did  dwell, 

And  spent  my  days  in  frantic  mirth, 
And  danced  my  soul  to  hell. 

4  "  You  once  did  draw  me  into  sin, 
To  dance,  and  sport,  and  please  ; 

With  devils  now  you  must  combine, 
My  torments  to  increase !" 


166  SWEET    SINGER 

5  The  sister  niay  the  brother  see, 
For  whom  she  wept  and  pray'd, 

Sink  down  to  endless  misery, 
To  dwell  among  the  dead. 

6  The  husband  sees  his  piteous  wife, 
With  whom  he  once  did  dwell, 

Depart  with  groans,  and  bitter  cries — 
"  My  husband,  fare  you  well !" 

7  But  oh !  perhaps  the  wife  may  see 
The  man  she  once  did  love, 

Doom'd  to  eternal  misery, 
While  she  is  crown'd  above. 

8  Then  shall  the  saints,  through  grace  divine, 
Drink  in  perpetual  bliss : 

In  God's  delightful  image  shine, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

9  Oh  how  it  melts  my  soul  to  think 
Of  meeting  round  the  throne ! 

Eternal  joys  we  then  shall  drink, 
Where  sorrows  never  come. 

10  There,  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away, 
And  glory  shall  begin  ; 

The  Lamb  of  God  will  smiling  say, 
"  Come  in,  my  saints,  come  in." 

HYMN  146.    P.  M. 

DAY  ot  Judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 
Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound! 
Louder  than  ten  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 


OF    ISRAEL.  167 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine ! 

You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine." 

Gracious  Saviour! 
Own  me  on  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 

All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart! 
Thou  with  Satan     ' 
And  his  angels  have  thy  part !" 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confess'd, 
Saved  and  served  your  Lord  below, 

He  will  say,  "  Come  in,  ye  bless'd, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  : 

You  for  ever 
Shall  my  love  in  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 
Let  this  thought  our  courage  raise ; 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  turn'd  to  praise ; 

May  we  triumph 
When  this  world  is  in  a  blaze. 

HYMN  147.    C.  M. 

FROM  Salem's  gates  advancing  slow, 
What  object  meets  my  eyes, 
What  means  that  majesty  of  woe, 
What  mean  those  mingled  cries  ? 


168  SWEET    SINGER 

2  Who  is  the  man  that  groans  heneath 
The  pond'rous  cross  of  wood, 

Whose  soul 's  oppress'd  with  pangs  of  death, 
And  body  bathed  in  blood  ? 

3  Is  this  the  man!  can  this  be  he 
The  prophets  have  foretold, 

Should  with  transgressors  number'd  be, 
And  for  my  crimes  be  sold  ? 

4  Ah,  lovely  sight !  a  heavenly  form 
For  sinful  souls  to  see, 

I'll  creep  beside  him  as  a  worm, 
And  see  him  die  for  me. 

HYMN  148.    P.  M. 

WHEN  the  fierce  north  wind,  with  his  airy 
forces, 
Rears  up  the  Baltic  to  a  foaming  fury, 
And  the  red  lightning  with  a  storm  of  hail  comes 
Rushing  amain  down ! 

2  Now  the  poor  sailors  stand  amazed  and  tremble, 
While  the  hoarse  thunder,  like  a  bloody  trumpet, 
Roars  a  loud  onset  to  the  gaping  waters, 

Quick  to  devour  them. 

3  Such  shall  the  noise  be,  and  the  wild  disorder, 
If  things  eternal  may  be  like  these  earthly  ; 
Such  the  dire  terror  when  the  great  archangel 

Shakes  the  creation  ; 

4  Tears  the  strong  pillars  of  the  vault  of  heaven, 
Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repose  of  princes ; 
See  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  arising ! 

Flames  all  around  them  ! 

5  Hark!  the  shrill  outcries  of  the  guilty  wretches; 
Lively  bright  horror,  and  amazing  anguish, 
Stare   through   their  eyeballs,  while  the  living 

worm  lies 
Gnawing  within  them. 


OF    ISRAEL.  169 

6  Thoughts  like  old   vultures  prey  upon  their 

heart -strings, 
And  the  smart  twinges,  when  the  eye  beholds  the 
Lofty  Judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  vengeance 

Rolling  before  him. 

7  Hopeless   immortals,    how    they    scream    and 

shiver ! 
While  devils  push  them  to  the  pit  wide  yawning, 
Hideous  and  gloomy,  to  receive  them  headlong 

Down  to  the  centre. 

8  Stop  here,  my  fancy,  (all  away,  ye  horrid, 
Doleful  ideas)  come,  arise  to  Jesus : 

How  he  sits  God-like,  and  the  saints  around  him 
Throned,  yet  adoring ! 

9  Oh  may  I  sit  there,  when  he  comes  triumphant, 
Dooming  the  nations !  then  ascend  to  glory, 
While  our  hosannas  all  along  the  passage 

Shout  the  Redeemer. 


-oL     slav 


HYMN  149.    P.  M. 
CE  from  the  savage,  a  voice  from  the 


Comes  afar  o'er  the  mount  and  the  dark  rolling 

wave  ! 
'T  is  heard  in  the  zephyrs  perfumed  by  the  myrrh, 
And  heard  in  the  wind's  from  the  forests  of  fir. 

2  And  hark !  from  the  islands  that  spot  the  blue 

sea, 
I  heard  a  wild  cry  as  they  bend  low  the  knee  ! 
They  are  groping  their  way  'mid  the  gloom  of  the 

night, 
While  the  dim  star  of  nature  yields  only  its  light 

3  For  ignorance  spreads  her  broad  wings  o'er  the 

wave, 
And  her  flag,  like  a  pall,  has  curtain'd  the  grave : 


170  SWEET    SINGER 

Superstition  in  chains  is  weaving  her  wreath, 
And  leading  them  down  to  the  caverns  of  death. 

4  Too  long  we  have  slumber'd,  too  long  we  have 

slept, 
While  the  children  of  nature  in  bondage  have 

wept ! 
Their  groans  and  their  cries,  their  tears  and  their 

prayer, 
Have  unheeded  pass'd  by  on  the  wings  of  the  air. 

5  And  shall  we  yet  slumber  or  linger  at  home? 
Or  fear  o'er  the  dark  rolling  ocean  to  roam  ? 

To  range  the  wide  woods  where  the  council  fires 

curl, 
And  there  the  broad  banner  of  Jesus  unfurl? 

6  Come,  arouse !  arouse  while  the  sun  is  yet  high ! 
For  the  evening  of  death  and  oblivion  is  nigh ! 
Like  the  light  of  the  morn,  let  us  fly  to  their  aid, 
And  the  powers  of  darkness  and  death  shall  be 

stayed. 

HYMN  150.    P.  M. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee. 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken — 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shall  be  ! 
Perish  every  fond  ambition — 

All  I  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition — 
God  and  heaven  are  all  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hopes  and  looks  deceive  me, 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Friends  may  hate,  and  foes  may  scorn  me,    ; 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  right. 


OF    ISRAEL.  171 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 
Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain: 

In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favour  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  call'd  thee  Abba  Father, — 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  : 
Storms  mav  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me ! 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation — 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  heavenly  bliss  is  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  save  thee — 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer — 

Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee — 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition — 
Faith  to  light,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


HYMN  151.    L.  M. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  lust  of  foes ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 
That  death  has  lost  his  venom'd  sting  ! 


172  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus!  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest  : 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  so  displays  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high ! 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  "  hiding  place  ;" 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee, 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

HYMN  152.    P.  M. 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth,  and  carnal  joys, 
The  things  I  loved  before ; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Tell  me  no  more  of  ease  and  health, 

For  these  have  all  their  snares  ; 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
But  see  my  name  enroll'd  in  heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  towers, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bowers, 

For  these  are  trifling  things  : 
The  little  room  for  me  design 'd, 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 


OF    ISRAEL.  173 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  sumptuous  feasts,  and  gaudy  dress, 

Extravagance  and  waste: 
My  little  table  only  spread, 
With  wholesome  herbs,  and  wholesome  bread, 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

5  Give  me  a  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

This  sure  unerring  word : 

1  'd  urge  no  company  to  stay, 
But  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 

And  converse  with  the  Lord. 

HYMN  153.    P.  M. 

AWAKE  thy  song,  Oh  earth! 
For  God  hath  heard  thy  cry : 
A  glorious  day  hath  birth, 
Its  star  is  on  the  sky ; 
Tho'  long  thy  night,  and  deep  its  gloom, 
Arise — arise — thy  light  has  come. 

2  Amid  the  storm  of  wrath, 
When  ruin's  deluge  reign'd, 

He  saw  the  direful  death, 
And  bade  the  ruin  end. 
Deliverance  came,  the  ark  was  rear'd, 
And  o'er  the  flood  the  bow  appear'd. 

3  What  tho'  thy  foes  be  strong, 
And  "legion"  his  dread  name — 

Tho'  of  the  wrathful  throng 
He  bears  the  loftiest  fame? 
Thy  help  descends  from  yonder  throne, 
And  vict'ry  is  the  Lord's  alone. 

4  'T  was  God  who  saw  thy  fears, 
Who  heard  thy  thousandth  sigh, 

When  thou,  abased  in  tears, 

Scarce  hoped  that  help  was  nigh. 


174  SWEET    SlIS'GER 

He  dash'd  the  cup  that  hell  had  given, 
And  show'd  the  crystal  stream  of  heaven. 

5  Thine,  Lord,  is  all  the  power, 
Far  may  thy  conquests  spread, 
The  demon  reigns  no  more 

When  thou  shalt  bruise  his  head. 
The  world  renew'd  to  thee  shall  come — 
The  earth  rejoice  in  Eden's  bloom 

HYMN  154.    P.  M. 

FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  belov'd  of  the 
Lord, 
The  footsteps  of  Jesus  you  11  find  in  his  word  : 
Then  follow  your  Saviour  wherever  he  goes  ; 
Stand  fast  and  unshaken  whatever  oppose. 

2  On  parting,  dear  brethren,  I  give  you  my  hand, 
In  token  of  friendship,  that  uniting  band : 
Although  for  a  while  these  vile  bodies  must  part, 
Cemented  in  love,  we  are  still  join'd  in  heart. 

3  The  time  is  approaching  when  Christ  shall  ap- 

pear 
In  glory,  and  then  all  his  saints  shall  meet  there 
No  fear  then  of  parting,  no  grief,  no  complaint, 
Shall  ever  be  heard  from  the  tongue  of  a  saint 

4  But  praise  and  thanksgiving  shall  be  their  em- 

ploy ; 
Their  souls  always  feasting,  yet  never  shall  cloy ; 
New  scenes  still  unfolding,  new  joys  shall  afford; 
All  glory,  and  honour,  and  praise  to  the  Lord. 

HYMN  155.    P.  M. 

COME,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 
In  Jesu's  way  go  on  : 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 


OF    ISRAEL.  175 

Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

2  We  feel  that  heav'n  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesu's  throne  on  high  : 
•It  comes  in  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

3  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We  '11  drink  a  full  supply  : 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

4  'T  is  there  we  '11  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home : 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

5  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I  'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there : 
Now  here  's  my  heart,  and  here  's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more; 

HYMN  156.    P.  M. 

I'M  on  my  Way  to  Canaan, 
I  bid  this  world  farewell  ; 
Come  on,  my  old  companions, 

In  spite  of  earth  or  hell. 
Lo !  Satan's  army  rages, 

And  all  his  hosts  combine  ? 
Yet  Scripture  doth  engage  us, 
The  strength  of  grace  divine. 


176  SWEET    SINGER 

2  I  '11  blow  the  silver  trumpet, 
And  on  the  nations  call; 

For  Christ  hath  me  commission'*! 

To  say  he  died  for  all. 
Come  try  his  grace,  and  prove  him, 

You  shall  the  gift  obtain; 
He  will  not  send  you  empty, 

Nor  let  you  come  in  vain. 

3  And  if  you  want  a  witness, 
Here  are  some  just  at  hand, 

Who  've  lately  felt  the  sweetness 
Now  flowing  from  that  land  : 

It  comes  in  copious  showers, 
Our  bodies  can't  contain; 

It  fills  our  ransom'd  powers — 
And  now  we  drink  again! 

4  The  glories  of  that  kingdom 
My  soul  cannot  describe: 

I  feel  it  is  within  me, 

I  feel  the  blood  applied. 
Oh  come  unto  the  Saviour's  arms, 

And  you  shall  feel  his  love, 
T  is  sweeter  than  all  other  charms, 

It  comes  from  heaven  above. 

5  The  glories  of  that  heavenly  place 
I  've  oft-times  felt  before, 

But  what  I  've  felt  is  but  a  taste, 
Which  makes  me  long  for  more. 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I  'd  fly  and  be  at  rest ; 

Then  would  I  soar  to  worlds  above, 
And  be  ibrever  blest. 

6  My  soul  looks  up,  and  sees  him  smile, 
And  then  the  blessing  send, 

,       And  I  am  thinking  all  the  while, 
When  will  this  journey  end  ? 


OF    ISRAEL.  177 

I  contemplate  it  can't  be  long 

Till  he  will  come  again, 
Then  I  shall  join  the  heav'nly  throng, 

And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

7  Oh  could  I  join  that  heavenly  throng, 
And  ne'er  return  again  ! 

I  would  not  think  the  season  long 

That  I  had  suffer'd  pain  : 
When  Zion's  sons  are  marching  home 

Along  the  heavenly  street, 
Then  I  would  march  along  with  them, 

And  bow  before  his  feet 

8  The  tallest  of  those  heav'nly  ones, 
Would  fail  for  to  describe 

The  brightness  which  the  Saviour  puts 

Upon  his  lovely  bride. 
Ten  thousand  years  around  may  roll, 

We  have  but  just  begun 
To  wear  our  robes,  and  glitt'ring  crowns, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun. 


HYMN  157.    P.  M. 

DEATH  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 
Christ  shall  guide  me  thro'  the  gloom ; 
Down  he  '11  send  some  heavenly  convoy, 

To  convey  ray  spirit  home : 
Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 

While  my  Saviour  's  by  my  side, 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 
I  will  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

2  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting, 
On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream, 

Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  is  their  theme  : 
12 


178 


SWEET    SINGER 


See  they  whisper!  hark!  they  call  me, 

Sister  spirit,  come  away! 
Lo,  I  come  !  earth  can't  contain  me, 

Hail,  ye  realms  of  endless  day! 

3  Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory, 
Far  above  yon  azure  sky, 

Tho'  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye  ; 

I  '11  enjoy  you  soon  on  high  : 
Soon  I  '11  gain  a  full  possession, 

Faith  and  hope  shall  henceforth 
Lost  in  love's  exhaustless  ocean, 

Love,  lhat  sweetest,  brightest  grace 

4  Smiling  angels  now  surround  me, 
Troops  resplendent  fill  the  skies, 

Glory  shining  all  around  me, 
While  my  tow'ring  spirit  flies: 

Jesus  clad  in  dazzling  splendour, 
Now  methinks  appears  in  view  ; 

Brethren,  could  vou  see  my  Jesus, 
You  would  love  and  serve  him  too. 


HYMN  158.    P.  M. 

JESUS,  at  thy  command 
I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep: 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise  ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm*  defies, 

White  I  have  such  a  Lord: 
I  '11  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  pow'r 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 


OF    ISRAEL.  179 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
Throueh  all  my  passage  lie, 

Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guard  me  with  his  eye  : 
My  anchor,  hope,  will  firm  abide, 
And  ev'ry  boisterous  storm  outride. 

4  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  storms  forbear  to  toss ; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh, 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss : 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread 
Than  tempests  bursting  o"er  my  head. 

5  By  faiih  I  see  the  land, 
The  port  of  endless  rest; 

My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesu's  breast: 
O  may  I  gain  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  disturb  no  more. 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 
A  prosperous  gale  of  grace : 

Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven,  my  destined  place; 
There  in  full  sail,  rav  port  I  '11  find, 
And  leave  the  worid  and  sin  behind. 


HYMN  159.    L.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  at  the  door! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before, 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still; 
You  use  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will — the  very  friend  you  need : 
The  man  of  Nazareth  is  he. 
With  garments  dyed  from  Calvary. 


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3  O  lcvely  attitude  !  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  open  hands; 
O  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
That  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine, 
Tum  cut  his  enemy  and  thine, 
Turn  out  that  hateful  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 


HYMN  160.    P.M. 

HARK!  the  song  of  jubilee 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roars, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shores  : — 
Hallelujah !   for  the  Ix>rd 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign ; 
Hallelujah!  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah!  hark!  the  sound, 
From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 

Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  Creation's  harmonies : — 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furl'd, 

Sheath'd  his  sword  :  he  speaks — 'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
With  illimitable  sway  ; 

He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away: — 

Then  the  end  ; — beneath  '.-.is  rod, 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 

Hallelujah!  Christ  in  God. 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 


OF    ISRAEL. 


HYMN  161.    P.  M. 

5f|l  IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

A    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no? 
Am  I  his  or  am  1  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 
Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain  ; 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 
Oh  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ! 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin, 

Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Faith  is  weak  in  all  I  do; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  with  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 


182  SWEET    SINGER 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

HYMN  162.    L.  M. 

OH!  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn ; 
Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see, 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

2  O  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  wondrous  sight; 

O  that  with  Salem's  daughiers,  1 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3  I'd  hang  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
Lord,  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

4  Father  of  mercy !  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son, 
And  with  my  broken  heart  comply  ; 
O  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

5  O  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
If  thou  wouldst  ease  me  of  mv  guilt; 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry, 
And  give  me  Jesus,  or  [  die. 

6  O  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell, 
Or  else  with  devils  I  musl  dwell; 
Oh !  might  I  enter,  now  I  'm  come ; 
Lord  Jesus  save,  or  I  am  gone. 

HYMN  163.    C.  M. 

PRAY'R  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 


OF    ISRAEL.  183 

2  Prayer  is  the  .burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 
That  any  lips  can  try, 

Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air: 

His  watch-word  at  the  gate  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways, 

While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say,  Behold  he  prays. 

6  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one, 
In  word,  in  deed,  in  mind, 

When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Their  fellowship  they  find. 

7  Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone, 
The  holy  Spirit  pleads, 

And  Jesus  on  the  eternal  throne 
For  sinners  intercedes. 

8  Oh,  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way; 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod, 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

HYMN  164.    L.  M. 

OGOD,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name, 
Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice; 


184  SWEET    SINGER 

Then  will  I  shout,  then  will  I  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 

1  '11  sing  and  shout  for  evermore, 
On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 

2  O,  hope  of  glory,  Jesus,  come, 

And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home ; 
For  the  small  remnant  of  my  days 
I  want  to  sing  and  shout  thy  praise. 
O,  give  me,  Lord,  a  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  ev'ry  day  ; 
To  give  thee  thanks  in  ev'ry  thing, 
And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 

3  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lie, 

Lord,  give  me  strength  to  shout  and  pray ; 

And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath, 

Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Then  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come, 

My  body  follow  to  the  tomb  : 

And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road, 

Loud  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 

4  Then  you  below,  and  I  above, 

We  '11  shout,  and  praise  the  God  we  love, 

Until  the  great  tremendous  day, 

When  Gabriel's  trump  shall  wake  your  clay> 

Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we  '11  spring, 

And  shout,  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

We  '11  shout  through  all  eternity. 

5  Our  race  is  run,  we  've  gain'd  the  prize, 
Then  shall  the  sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
With  smiles,  unto  his  children  say, 
Come,  reign  with  me  in  endless  day. 
Then  on  that  happy,  happy  shore, 

We  '11  shout  and  sing  our  suff'rings  o'er, 
We  '11  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arohes  ring. 


OF    ISRAEL.  185 

HYMN  165.    P.  M. 

WHY  should  I  be  affrighted  at  pestilence  or 
war, 
The  fiercer  be  the  tempest,  the  sooner  it  is  o'er; 
With  Jesus  in  the  vessel,  the  billows  rise  in  vain, 
They  only  will  convey  me  to  yon  elysian  plain, 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 

2  This  is  a  land  of  dangers,  and  foes  they  press 
me  hard, 

But  Jesus,  he  has  promised  that  he  will  be  my 

guard, 
Then  1  shall  not  be  tempted  above  what  I  can 

bear, 
When  fighting 's  done,  escorted  his  kingdom  then 

to  share, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Although  my  flesh  is  mortal,   immortal   is  ray 

hope ; 
I  '11  try,  like  holy  Moses,  to  gain  the  mountain  top, 
There  at  Jehovah's  bidding,  with  cheerfulness  to 

die- 
And  then  ascend  to  heaven  to  reign  above  the  sky, 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 

4  From  him  I  have  my  orders,   and  while  I  do 

obey, 
I  find  his  Holy  Spirit  illuminates  my  way, 
The  way  is  so  delightful  I  wish  to  travel  on, 
Till  I  am  call'd  away  to  receive  a  starry  crown, 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 

5  I  feel  that  Jesus  loves  me,  but  why,  I  do  not 

know, 
To  him  I  'm  so  unfaithful  in  what  I  have  to  do, 
I   grieve   to  see  my  failings,  but  he   does  all 

forgive, 


186  SWEET    SINGER 

Which  makes  me  love  him  more,  and  by  faith  in 
him  I  live, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

6  Though  sinners  do  despise  me,  and  laugh  at 

what  I  say, 
I  find  a  little  number  walks  with  me  in  the  way, 
Come  on,   come  on,  my  brethren,  they  laugh  at 

Jesus  too, 
The  crown  appears  before  me,  and  heaven  is  in 

my  view, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

7  We  soon   shall  gain  fair  Canaan,   and  on  that 

happy  shore, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  sorrow,  we  '11  shout  for  ever- 
more ; 

There   walk    the    gplden   pavement,  and  blood- 
wash'd  garments  wear, 

And  to  increase  our  pleasure,  our  Jesus  will  be 
there, 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 

8  My  song  I  must  conclude,  though  it  is  against 

my  will, 
I  want  to  have  the   power,  to  sing  while  I  can 

feel— 
I  long  to  see  the  time,  when  immortal  I  shall  be, 
And  shout  and  shout  his   praises,   through  vast 

eternity! 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 


HYMN  166.    P.  M. 

REJOICE,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in ; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing, 
And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


OF    ISRAEL.  187 

2  I  long  to  see  the  Christians  join 
In  union  sweet,  and  peace  divine, 

When  every  church  with  grace  shall  shine, 
And  grow  to  Christ  the  living  vine, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

3  Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me, 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 

And  shout  with  me  eternally, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory  ? 

4  My  soul  feels  happy  while  I  sing  : 
I  ieel  that  I  am  on  the  wing  ; 

I  '11  shout  salvation  to  my  king, 
'Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
And  there  we  '11  give  him  glory. 

5  A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  woe, 
A  few  more  surT'ring  scenes  below. 
And  then  to  Jesus  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 

And  there  we  '11  give  him  glory. 

6  The  awful  trumpet  soon  will  sound, 
And  shake  the  vast  creation  round, 
And  call  the  nations  under  ground  ; 
And  all  the  saints  shall  then  be  crown'd, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

7  Ten  thousand  thunders  then  shall  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole ; 
How  dreadful  to  the  guilty  soul ! 

But  nothing  shall  the  saints  control, 
They  '11  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

8  Then  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away ; 
Then  Christians  ne'er  shall  go  astray  ; 
When  we  are  freed  from  cumbrous  clay, 
We  '11  praise  the  Lord  in  endless  day, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


188  SWEET    SINGER 

9  There  all  the  saints  shall  join  in  one, 
And  sing  with  Moses  round  the  throne ; 
Their  troubles  are  forever  gone, 
They  11  shine  with  God's  eternal  Son, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

HYMN  157.    P.  M. 

THE  people  call'd  Christians  how  many  things 
they  tell, 
About   the   land  of  Canaan,   where  saints   and 

angels  dwell ; 
But  sin,   that  dreadful    ocean,  compasses   them 

around, 

While  its  tide   still  divides  them  from  Canaan's 
happy  ground. 

2  Thousands   have   been  impatient  to  find  their 

passage  through, 
And,  with  united  vigour,  have   tried  what  they 

could  do ; 
But  vessels  built  by  human  skill,  have  never  sail'd 

alar, 
Till  they  're  found,  run  aground,  on  some  dreadful 

sandy  bar. 

3  The  Gospel,  it  is  launched  into  the  deep  at  last ; 
Behold  her  sail  suspended,  around  her  tow'ring 

mast ; 
Around   her  decks,   in  order,  the  joyful  sailors 

stand, 
Crying,  O !  here  we  go,  to  Emanuel's  happy  land ! 

4  To  those  who  are  spectators,  what  sorrow  must 

ensue. 
To  have  their  old  companions  bid   them  a  long 

adieu ; 
The  pleasures  of  a  paradise  no  longer  them  invite : 
They  may  rail  while  we  sail,  but  we  '11  soon  bo 

out  of  sight. 


OF    ISRAEL.  189 

We  're  now  on  the  wide  ocean,  we  bid  them  all 
farewell, 

But  where  we  shall  east  anchor,  no  mortal  tongue 
can  tell : 

About  our  future  happiness  there  need  be  no  de- 
bate, 

While  we  ride,  on  the  tide,  with  our  Captain  and 
his  Mate. 

6  We  're  passengers  united,  with  harmony  and 
love ! 

The  wind  's  all  in  our  favour,  how  joyfully  we 
move ! 

Tho'  troubles  may  surround  us,  and  raging  bil- 
lows roar, 

We  will  sweep  thro'  the  deep  till  we  land  on  Ca- 
naan's shore. 


HYMN  168.    P.  M. 

THE  specious  world  promiscuous  flows, 
Enrapt  in  fancy's  vision ; 
Allured  by  sound,  beguiled  by  shows, 
And  empty  dreams,  nor  scarcely  knows, 
There  is  a  brighter  heaven. 

2  Fine  gold  will  change,  and  diamonds  fade, 
Swift  wings  to  wealth  be  given, 

All-varying  time,  our  forms  invade, 

The  seasons  roll,  light  sink  in  shade 

There  's  nothing  lasts  but  heaven. 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all, 
Will  be  to  atoms  riven ; 

The  sky  consumed,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball, 
There  's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

4  This  world,  with  all  its  wealth,  is  poor, 
And  like  a  baseless  vision, 


190  SWEET    SINGER 

Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
Its  gems  and  crowns,  are  vain  and  poor, 
There  's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

5  A  stranger  lonely  here  I  roam, 
From  place  to  place  I  'm  driven  ; 

My  friend?  are  gone,  and  I  'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  lonely  as  a  tomb, 
I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

6  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears, 
My  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 

Triumphant  grace  has  quell'd  my  fears; 
Roll  on,  ye  suns,  fly  swift,  ye  years, 
I  'm  on  the  wing  for  heaven. 

7  And  now  I  bid  the  world  adieu, 
Let  life's  dull  chains  be  riven  ; 

The  charms  of  Christ  have  caught  my  view, 
The  world  of  light  I  will  pursue, 
To  live  with  Him  in  heaven. 

HYMN  169.    P.  M. 

WHILE  others  at  ease,  on  their  pillows  are 
sleeping, 
Unmindful,  unconscious,  of  morning's  return, 
At  the  grave  of  her  Lord,  see  Mary  stand  weeping, 
Oppressed  with  grief,  at  the  dawn  of  the  morn. 

2  To  do  the  last  ofHr-e,  perfume  the  departed, 
She  came  like  a  friend,  though  her  soul  was  for- 
lorn; 

With  an  over- charged  bosom,  she  wept  broken- 
hearted, 
Not  finding  the  body  of  him  she  did  mourn. 

3  While  others,  afraid  of  the  darspof  the  morning, 
Which  seldom  proves  baneful,  did  hie  them  away; 
Poor  Mary  was  faithful,  thought  not  of  returning, 
But  still  iu  the  garden  did  linger  and  stay. 


OF    ISRAEL.  191 

4  While  weeping  she  stood,  with  her  heart  full  of 
grief, 

And  mourning,  that  ho  was  not  there ; 
Then  Jesus  appear'd,  and  gave  her  relief, 
Why  weepest  thou,  Mary,  whom  seekest  thou 
here  ?" 

5  Surprised  to  hear  now  the  voice  that  had  quell'd 
The  woes  of  her  bosom,  when  tortured  with  fear — 
Whose  words  from  her  mind  every  fear  had  dis- 

pell'd, 
Her  heart  oft  had  calmed,  and  charmed  her  ear. 

6  Then  turning,  astonished,  "  Rabboni,"  she  cried, 
Amazed,  overwhelm'd:  but  Jesus  replied, 

I,  justice  divine  having  now  satisfied, 
Am  risen,  who  for  you,  and  others,  had  died." 

How  bless'd  wert  thou,  Mary,  thy  tidings  how 

glorious ! 
Redemption  completed  beams  mercy  and  peace. 
Heaven's  king  from  the  grave,  o'er  his  foes   all 

victorious, 
Now  offers  full  pardon  to  iVdam's  lost  race. 

8  No  longer  in  gloom  is  the  sinner  benighted, 
Nor  haunted  with  terror,  in  hopeless  despair; 
The  sun-beams  of  mercy  his  path  have  enlighten'd, 
And  iiope  gilds  the  tomb,  and  banishes  fear. 

HYMN  170.    P.  M. 

IF  't  is  sweet  to  mingle  where 
Christians  meet  for  social  prayer; 
If  't  is  sweet  with  them  to  raise, 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise — 
Passing  sweet  that  state  must  be, 
Where  they  meet  eternally. 

2  Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Preparations  for  above ; 


192  SWEET    SINGER 

While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace ; 

Till  we,  each  in  his  degree, 

Fit  for  endless  glory  be. 

HYMN  171.    P.M. 

YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well  ; 
Friends,  connexions,  happy  country! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Home  !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, 
Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell  ; 

Happy  home !  't  is  sure  I  love  thee ! 
Can  I — can  I  say— farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
Holy  days,  and  Sabbath  bell, 

Riches*,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure ! 
Can  I  say  at  last — farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly. 
From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ! 

Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me  ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell! 

Pleased  1  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labour, 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 

How  He  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 


OF    ISRAEL.  iyd 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  : 
Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell — 

Heaves  my  breast  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land ! — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 


HYMN  172.    C.  M. 


AMAZING  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound) 
That  saved  a  wretch  lite  me ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, — 


That  saved  a  wretch  lif^ 
3  was  lost,  but  now  am 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come; 

'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures; 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease  ; 

I  shall  possess  within  the  veil 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 

But  God,  who  call'd  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 
13 


194  SWEET    SINGER 


HYMN  173.    P.  M. 


LISTED  in  the  cause  of  sin, 
Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music,  alas !  too  long  has  been 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devil ; 
Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 

Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing, 
Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 
Down  to  our  utter  ruin. 

2  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 
Innocent  sounds  recover ; 

Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover  ? 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 

Every  melting  measure. 
Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 

Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

3  Come,  let  us  try  if  Jesu's  love 
Will  not  as  well  inspire  us  : 

This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 
This  upon  earth  shall  fire  us : 

Try  if  your  hearts  are  tuned  to  sing  ; 
Is  there  a  subject  greater? 

Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring, 
Jesu's  name  is  sweeter. 


4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is, 

His  is  the  noblest  passion ; 
Jesu's  name  is  life  and  peace, 

Happiness  and  salvation: 
Jesu's  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Show  us  our  sins  forgiven, 
Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 

Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 


OP    ISRAEL.  195 

5  Who  hath  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 
Us  who  his  mercy  raises  ' 

Merry  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King, 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 
Who  of  his  love  doth  once  partake, 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices ; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

6  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join ; 
Triumph  in  his  salvation  ; 

Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 
,      Worship  and  adoration  ; 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Open'd  in  each  believer; 
Only  believe,  and  still  sing  on, 

Heaven  is  ours  for  ever. 

HYMN  174.    P.  M. 

OH  how  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of  God ! 
And  sought  him  by  praying  and  searching 
his  word ; 
With  watching  and  fasting  my  soul  was  oppress'd, 
Nor  would  I  give  over  till  Jesus  had  bless'd. 

2  The  tokens  of  mercy  at  length  did  appear, 
According  to  promise  he  ans wer'd  my  prayer ; 
And  glory  is  open'd  in  floods  on  my  soul, 
Salvation  from  Zion  's  beginning  to  roll. 

3  The  news  of  his  mercy  is  spreading  abroad, 
And  sinners  come  crying,  and  weeping  to  God, 
Their  mourning  and  praying  is  heard  very  loud 
And  many  find  favour  in  Jesus's  blood. 

4  Here  are  more,  my  dear  Saviour,  who  fall  at 

thy  feet, 
Oppress'd  by  a  burden  enormously  great  ; 
Oh  raise  them,  my  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
And  shout  hallelujahs  with  angels  above. 


196  SWEET    SINGE11 

5  I  '11  sing,  and  I  '11  shout,  and  I  '11  shout,  and  I  '11 

sing; 
Oh  God,  make  the  nations  in  praises  to  ring 
With  loud  acclamations  of  Jesus's  love, 
And  carry  us  all  to  the  city  above. 

6  We  '11  wait  for  thy  chariot,  it  seems  to  draw 

near: 
Oh  come,  my  dear  Saviour,  let  glory  appear  ; 
We  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above, 
With  angels  o'erwhelm'd  in  Jesus's  love. 


HYMN  175.    P.  M. 

OH  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  I  fall  at  thy  feet; 
The  sacrifice  offer,  my  soul,  flesh,  and  blood, 
To  thee,  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God, 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord ! 
I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  my  God ! 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know, 
But  how  much  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show : 

3  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain ; 
They  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame  ; 

I  'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  I  had, 
I  could  not  the  myst'ry  completely  describe. 

4  I'm  happy,  I  'm  happy,  oh  wondrous  account ! 
My  joys  are  immortal — I  stand  on  the  mount; 

I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  my  Saviour,  the  kingdom  to  share. 

5  Oh  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest! 
My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest ; 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my 

song, 
Thy  love  doth  inspire  my  heart  and  my  tongue. 


OF    ISRAEL.  197 

6  Oh  who  is  like  Jesus  !  he 's  Salem's  bright  King  ; 
He  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  taught  me  to  sing; 
I  '11  praise  him,  I  '11  praise  him,  and  bow  to  his  will, 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  do  fill. 


HYMN  176.    P.  M. 

OH  Jesus,  my  Saviour !  I  know  thou  art  mine  ; 
For  thee  all  the  pleasure  of  earth  I  resign  j 
Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the  best ; 
Without  thee  I  'm  wretched,  but  with  thee  I  'm 
blest. 

2  Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  love, 
(None  richer  possess'd  by  the  angels  above) ; 

For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sense  I  forego, 
And  wander  a  pilgrim  despised  below. 

3  Thy  spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was  blind, 
And  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find  ; 
For  when  I  was  sinking  in  dreadful  despair, 

My  Jesus  reliev'd  me  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

4  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what.  I  feel  : 
The  language  of  mortals  forever  must  fail; 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul 's  in  a  flame  ; 

I  'm  raised  into  raptures  while  praising  his  name. 

5  Though  weak  and  despised,  by  faith  I  now  stand, 
Preserved  and  defended  by  heav'n's  kind  hand; 
By  Jesus  supported,  I  '11  praise  his  dear  name, 
Regardless  of  danger,  of  praise  or  of  blame. 

6  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer ; 
In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near  : 

My  constant  companion,  oh  may  we  not  part! 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  dwells  in  my  heart. 

7  If  ever  I  loved,  sure  I  love  thee,  my  Lord, 

"  love  thy  dear  people,  thy  ways,  and  thy  word ; 


198  SWEET    SINGER 

I  love  all  my  brethren,  I  love  sinners  too, 
Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  woe. 

8  When  happy  in  Jesus,  I  regard  not  the  proud, 
Tho'  sinners  despise  me  for  shouting  so  loud ; 
For  death  will  soon  call  me,  and  then  1  shall  fly, 
To  praise  my  dear  Jesus  in  mansions  on  high. 

9  Through  millions  of  ages  sweet  notes  I  '11  employ 
In  praising  my  Jesus,  my  hope  and  my  joy : 

The  glorified  spirits,  and  angels  around, 
Shall  all  be  delighted  to  join  the  glad  sound. 

HYMN  177.    C.  M. 

OTHOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 
A  wretched  wanderer  mourn ; 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "  Return  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  soul  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 

Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat! 

4  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

HYMN  178.    P.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  wretch,  whose  lust  and  wine 
Had  wasted  his  estate, 
He  begs  a  share  among  the  swine, 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat ! 


OF    ISRAEL.  199 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 
"  I  starve  in  foreign  lands ; 

My  father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  "  I  '11  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue, 
Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 

Father,  I  've  done  thy  justice  wrong, 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 

4  He  said,  and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 
To  seek  his  father's  love  ; 

The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embraced  and  kiss'd  his  son ; 

The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  breaks 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "Take  ofFhis  clothes  of  shame  and  sin," 
The  father  gives  command  : 

Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain, 
Let  joy  and  mirth  abound ; 

My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again; 
Was  lost,  and  now  is  found." 


HYMN  179.    P.  M. 

THE  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and  love, 
Which,  flowing  in  Eden,  in  streams  from 
above ; 

Refresh'd  every  moment  the  first  happy  pair, 
Till  sin  stoppd  the  torrent,  and  brought  in  despair. 

2  Oh  WTetched  condition  !  what  anguish  and  pain! 
They  thirst  for  the  fountain,  and  seek  it  in  vain ; 


200  SWEET    SINGER 

To  sin's  bitter  waters  they  fly  for  relief, 
They  drink,  but  the  draught  still  increases  their 
grief. 

3  Glad  tidings !  glad  tidings !  no  more  we  com- 

plain ! 
Our  Jesus  has  open'd  the  fountain  again  ; 
Now  mingled  with  mercy,  and  rich  with  free  grace. 
From  Zion  't  is  flowing  to  all  the  lost  race. 

4  How  happy  the  prospect !  how  pleasant  the  road  .' 
When  led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel  of  God  : 
Though  shallow  at  first,  yet  we  find  it  at  last, 

A  river  so  boundless  it  cannot  be  pass'd. 

5  Come,  sinners,  poor  sinners !  it 's  boundless  and 

free, 
In  Eden  once  flowing,  'twas  open'd  for  thee  ; 
This  water  has  virtue  to  heal  all  complaints — 
Come,  drink,  ye  diseased,  and  rejoice  with  the 

saints. 

6  Say  not,  "  I  'm  a  sinner,  and  must  not  partake,'" 
For  this  very  reason  the  Lord  bids  you  take  ; 
Say  not,  "  Too  unworthy,  the  vilest  of  ail  s'J 

For  such,  not  the  righteous,  the  Lord  came  to  call. 

7  Come,  all  ye  dead  sinners,  here  life  you  may 

find; 
Come,  all  ye  poor  beggars,  ve  halt  and  ye  blind  ; 
The  Spirit  invites  you,  the  JBride  bids  you  too: 
Come,  call  all  your  neighbours,  they  ;re  welcome- 
#       with  you. 

8  Come,  Christians,  let 's  venture  along  down  the 

stream ; 
The  shallows  are  pleasing,  but  oh  let  us  swim : 
Let 's  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  infinite  love, 
And  wash,  and  be  pure  as  the  angels  above. 


A 


OF    ISRAEL.  201 

HYMN  180.     L.  M. 

WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  : 


Pie  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
He  loved  me  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  saved  me  from  mv  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  strong! 

4  When  troubles,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Have  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  mv  soul  has  always  stood  ; 

His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  good  ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
Though  oft  his  mercies  I  've  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ! 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death ! 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  that  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  181.    L.  M. 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee !  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 


202  SWEET   SINGER 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  shed*  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon : 
'T  is-  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 
And  oh  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  I  will  prize, 

Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise ; 
Dare  to  defend  this  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

HYMN  182.    L.  M. 

HAIL!  sov'reign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  : 
Hail !  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high ; 
Despised  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 


OF    ISRAEL.  203 

3  Enwrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding-place. 

4  But  lo!  the  eternal  counsel  ran, 
"  Almighty  love  arrest  the  man !" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew ; 

Stern  justice  cried  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place. 

6  But  lo !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy  for  my  soul  appear'd  ; 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasant  pace, 

To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding-place 

7  Should  sevenfold  storms  of  thunder  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  thunderbolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 

For  Jesus  is  my  hiding-place. 

8  On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell, 
That  might  have  crush'd  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  a  sinful  race, 

And  thus  became  their  hiding-place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Zion's  coast  ; 
There  I  shall  sing  a  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding-place. 

HYMN  183.    P.  M. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace 
Cries,  "  Escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 
Christ  hath  open'd  the  fountain. 


204  SWEET    SINGER 

For  sin  and  transgression, 

And  every  pollution, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  oi'  ablution. 
chorus. 
(     Hallelujah  to  (he  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon, 
We  iv ill  praise  him  a^ain, 
When  tie  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  That  fountain  so  clear, 

In  which  all  may  iind  pardon, 
From  JesUs's  side 

Flows  plenteous  redemption; 
Though  your  sins  were  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely: 

Oh  come  to  this  fountain. 

Hallelujah,  fyc. 

3  Blest  Jesns,  ride  on, 
Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 
Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious, 

Thy  name  shall  be  praised, 
In  the  great  congregation, 

Anil  saints  shall  delight 
In  ascribing  salvation. 

Hallelujah,  fyc. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand, 
Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 

With  our  harps  in  our  hand, 
We  will  praise  him  evermore; 

We'll  range  the  blest  h'elds, 
On  the  banks  of  the  river, 

And  sing  hallelujahs 
For  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah,  <Jr. 


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IIV.MN  181    C.  M. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jon's  DOOM, 
niL'ol.H  prostrate  fell, 
Brine  forth  the  r< >\;* I  diadem, 
rown  linn  Lord  of  all. 

2  Lei  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre; 
And  us  they  tune  it,  fall 

Beiorc  his  face  who  limes  ihcir  (  hoir, 

Ami  crown  linn  Lord  of  all. 

two  hmi,  ye  morning  sinrs  of  light, 
He  fix'd  thai  fioatiag  hn  11  j 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Crown  him,  ye  martyn  of  your  God, 

Who  from  Ins  nltar"  pail  ; 
Extol  die  stem  of  Jesaea  rod, 

And  rrown  hint   J /ml  of  rill. 

5  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race1, — 

Ye  ransom 'd  of  me  hill, 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  ernce, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

C  I  Jail  trim,  ■  :\  id's  hue, 

Whom  David,  Lord  Aid  call, 
Thf  ixnl  incarnate,  mail  di\  me, 

And  CrOWU  him  l/)rd  of  nil. 

7  Sinners!  whose  love  can  ne'er  firmer. 

The  wormwood  and  the  rail, 
Go — mead  die  tronhies  al  nil  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  hII. 

IIYM\   is;,      p.  m. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
ir  il  strand, 
Where   lfri<  's  sunny  fountains 
Koll  down  the  golden  sand  : 


206  SWEET    SINGER 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 
Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  tho'  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 

Tho'  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 

Can  we,  to  men  benighted, 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 

Salvation,  0  salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 

Till  each  remotest  nation 
Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story ; 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roil, 

Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole: 

Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


HYMN  186.    P.  M. 

THEY  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  patri- 
archs rest, 
Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid, 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  promise  possess'd, 
And  Jehovah  his  wonders  display'd : 


OF    ISRAEL.  207 

To  the  land  where  the  Saviour  of  sinners  once 
trod,  i 

Where  he  labour'd,  and  languish'd  and  bled, 

Where  he  triumph'd  o'er  death,  and  ascended  to 
God, 

As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

2  They  have  gone — the  glad  heralds  of  mercy 

have  gone, 
To  the  land  where  the  martyrs  once  bled  ; 
Where  the  "Beast  and  False  Prophet"  have  since 

trodden  down 
The  fair  fabric  that  Zion  had  laid  ; 
Where  the  churches,  once  planted,  and  water'd 

and  blest 
With  the  dews  which  the  spirit  distill'd, 
Have  been  smitten,  despoii'd,  and  by  heathens 

possessed ; 
And  the  places  that  knew  them  defiled. 

3  They  go  to  the  land  where  the  Indians  now 

dwell, 
Impell'd  by  the  love  of  their  Lord ; 
His  love  to  proclaim,  and  His  mercy  to  tell, 
As  reveal'd  in  his  excellent  word. 
"Thy  blessing   go  with   them,  O  be  thou  their 

shield 
From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly  ; 
O,  Saviour  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  reveal'd 
In  mercy  and  might  from  on  high." 


L 


HYMN  187.    C.  M. 

ET  saints  on  earth  their  anthems  raise, 
Who  taste  the  Saviour's  grace  : 


Let  saints  in  heaven  proclaim  his  praise; 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 


208  SWEET    SIINGER 

2  Ye  martyrs,  who  in  glory  sit, 
Reclining  at  your  ease, 

Cast  your  bright  crowns  at  Jesu's  feet, 
And  crown  him.  Prince  of  Peace. 

3  Kings,  princes,  potentates,  and  powers, 
Rise  from  your  ancient  place, 

And  lay  your  glitt'ring  honours  by, 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

4  Ye  warriors,  lay  your  weapons  down, 
For  wars  and  striie  shall  cease; 

Bow  down  to  God's  eternal  Son, 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

5  Ye  islands  of  the  sea,  rejoice — 
Behold  your  near  release! 

Make  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  noise, 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

6  Ye  Indians  of  America, 
Your  glad  hosannahs  raise, 

Unite  with  injured  Africa, 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 


HYMN  188.    P.  M. 

EVERLASTING  praise  to  Jesus, 
Men  and  angels,  sound  his  fame; 
He  has  sufler'd  to  release  us 
From  eternal  pain  and  shame  ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Endless  praises  to  his  name. 

2  Tell  the  news  through  every  nation, 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound': 

Let  the  tidings  of  salvation 
By  Emanuel,  freely  sound  ; 

Full  redemption, 
In  his  sacrifice  is  lbund. 


OF    ISRAEL.  209 

3  Waft,  ye  winds,  the  wondrous  story 
Spread  the  joy  with  every  breath  ; 

The  immortal  Prince  of  glory 
Bought  our  ransom  with  his  death; 

He  delivers 
All  that  look  to  him  by  faith. 

i  Every  land  shall  soon  be  bless'd, 
With  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord ; 

Christ  by  all  shall  be  confess'd. 
Trusted,  follow'd,  and  adored ; 

Hallelujah! 
Saviour,  shed  thy  light  abroad. 


HYMN  189.    P.  M. 

WHAT  could  your  redeemer  do, 
More  than  he  hath  done  for  you  ? 
To  procure  your  peace  with  God, 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood  ? 
After  all  his  flow  of  love, 
All  his  drawings  from  above, 
Why  will  ye  your  Lord  deny  ? 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  ? 

2  Turn,  he  cries,  ye  sinners,  turn  ; 
By  his  love,  your  God  makes  known, 
He  would  have  you  turn  and  live, 
He  would  all  the  world  receive. 

If  your  death  were  his  delight, 
Would  he  you  to  life  invite  ? 
Would  he  ask,  beseech,  and  cry, 
"  Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  ?" 

3  Sinners,  turn,  while  God  is  near 
Dare  not  think  him  insincere : 
Now,  e'en  now,  your  Saviour  stands, 
All  day  long  he  spreads  his  hands! 

14 


210  SWEET    SINGER 

Cries,  "  Ye  will  not  happy  be, 
No,  ye  will  not  come  to  me  ; 
Me,  who  life  to  none  deny ; 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die?" 

4  Can  ye  doubt  if  God  is  love  ? 
If  to  all  his  bowels  move  ? 
Will  ye  not  his  word  receive  ? 
Will  ye  not  his  oath  believe? 
See,  the  sufPring  God  appears, 
Jesus  weeps,  believe  his  tears, 
Mingled  with  his  blood,  they  cry, 
"  Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  ?" 

HYMN  190.    C.  M. 

MY  God  was  with  me  all  the  night, 
And  gave  me  sweet  repose ; 
His  angels  watch'd  me  while  I  slept,. 
Or  I  had  never  rose. 

2  Now  for  the  mercies  of  the  night, 
My  humble  thanks  I  '11  pay, 

And  unto  God  I  '11  dedicate 
The  first  fruits  of  the  day. 

3  In  pressing  dangers,  fears  and  death, 
Thy  goodness  I  '11  adore, 

And  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

4  My  life,  if  thou  preserv'st  my  life, 
Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 

And  death,  when  death  must  be  my  lot 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 

HYMN  191.    P.  M. 

FROM  the  regions  of  lore, 
Lo  !  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  strange  news 
How  the  babe  was  attended  ; 


OF    ISRAEL.  211 

Go,  shepherds,  and  visit 

This  wonderful  stranger, 
See  yonder  bright  star — 

There  's  your  Lord  in  the  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon  ; 

We  'Upraise  him  again, 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Glad  tidings  I  bring 

To  you  and  each  nation  ; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy, 

Now  behold  your  salvation : 
When  sudden  a  multitude 

Raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer, 

While  heaven  rejoices. 

Hallelujah,  fyc. 

3  Now  glory  to  God 

In  the  highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God 

Is  re-echoed  through  heaven. 
Around  the  whole  earth 

Let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love, . 

His  salvation  and  glory. 

Hallelujah,  fyc. 

4  Enraptured  I  burn 
With  delight  and  desire, 

A  love  so  divine 

Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire : 
Around  the  bright  throne 

Now  hosannahs  are  ringing, 
Oh,  when  shall  I  join  them, 

And  be  ever  singing! 

Hallelujah,  $c. 


212  SWEET    SINGER 

5  Triumphantly  ride 

In  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love, 

Oh,  Jesus,  all  glorious : 
Thy  banner  unfurl, 

Bid  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 

Their  king  and  defender. 

Hallelujah,  fyc. 

HYMN  192.    L.  M. 

WHEN  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand 'ring  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks  ; 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark 
The  ocean  yawn'd — and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 

And  through  the  storms,  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  peril  o'er, 
I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

For  ever,  and  for  ever  more, 
The  Star !— the  Star  of  Bethlehem! 


OF    ISRAEL.  213 


HYMN  193.    P.  M. 

AND  are  our  joys  so  quickly  fled  ? 
We,  who  were  fill'd  with  living  bread, 
With  calm  delight  and  peace  ; 
Constraint,  into  the  ship  we  go, 
And  now  the  boist'rous  vi'lence  know 
Of  these  strong  winds  and  seas. 

2  To  shipwreck  our  weak  faith  and  hope, 
Satan  has  raised  a  tempest  up; 

Prince  of  the  lower  air, 
The  world  he  actuates  and  guides, 
And  in  that  troubled  ocean  rides, 

And  reigns  despotic  there. 

3  But  lo !  in  our  distress  we  see 
The  Saviour  walking  on  the  sea, 

Even  now  he  passes  by  ; 
He  silences  our  clam'rous  fear, 
And  mildly  says,  "  Be  of  good  cheer, 

Be  not  afraid,  't  is  I." 


4  "  'T  is  I,  who  bought  you  with  my  blood ! 
'Tis  I,  who  bring  you  wash'd  to  God  ! 

'T  is  I,  the  sinner's  friend ! 
'T  is  I,  in  whom  you  pardon  have  I 
Who  speak  the  truth,  mighty  to  save, 

And  love  you  to  the  end." 

5  Ah!  Lord,  if  it  be  thou  indeed, 
So  near  us  in  the  time  of  need, 

So  good,  so  strong  to  save ; 
Stretch  out  thy  hand  and  ask  me  "  Why, 
Why  didst  thou  doubt  or  fear,  when  I, 

Thy  Lord,  had  bid  thee  live." 


214  SWEET    SINGER 

HYMN  194.    C.  M. 

AH,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 
With  all  my  guilt  opprest  ? 

1  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 

And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 

2  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law 
Does  all  my  life  condemn, 

The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  fear  and  shame. 

3  How  many  precious  Sabbaths  gone, 
I  never  can  recall; 

And  Oh,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimproved  them  all ! 

4  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 
Of  Jesus,  and  of  heaven  ; 

Yet  scarcely  listen'd  to  his  word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiven  ! 

5  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 
And  grant  renewing  grace  ; 

For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break, 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise. 

HYMN  195.    P.  M. 

ENCOURAGED  by  thy  word 
Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door : 
No  hand,  no  heart,  O  Lord !  but  thine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  The  beggar's  usual  plea, 

Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  would'st  disdain : 
But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 


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3  I  have  no  right  to  say,  * 
That  though  I  now  am  poor, 

Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
When  I  possessed  more  ; 
Thou  knowest,  from  my  very  birth, 
I  've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess, 
As  beggars  often  do, 

Though  great  is  my  distress, 

My  faults  have  been  but  few  ; 
If  thou  shouldst  leave  my  soul  to  starve, 
It  would  be  what  I  should  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before, 

And  if  thou  now  befriend, 

I  '11  trouble  thee  no  more  : 
Thou  often  hast  relieved  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must,  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I, 

No  less  than  children's  food, 

My  soul  can  satisfy : 
O,  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 
Until  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be, 
Thy  bounties  to  conceal 

From  others,  who,  like  me, 

Their  wants  and  hunger  feel ; 
I  '11  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  ten  thousand  more. 

8  Thy  ways,  thou  only  wise, 

Our  ways  and  thoughts  transcend, 
Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  the  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  hear, 
But  God  receives  the  beggar's  prayer. 


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HYMN  196.    P.  M. 

JESUS  to  every  willing  mind, 
Opens  a  heavenly  treasure  ; 
In  him  the  sons  of  sorrow  find 

Sources  of  real  pleasure ; 
See  what  employments  men  pursue ; 

Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true, 
Jesus  alone  unfolds  to  view 
Sources  of  real  pleasure. 

2  Poor  are  the  joys  that  fools  esteem, 
Fading  and  transitory ; 

Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream, 

Or  a  delusive  story  : 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind, 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind ; 
Only  in  Jesus  can  we  find 

Pleasure  and  solid  glory. 

3  Learning,  that  boasting,  glitt'ring  thing 
Scarcely  is  worth  possessing  : 

Riches,  for  ever  on  the  wing, 
Scarce  can  be  calPd  a  blessing: 

Fame,  like  a  shadow,  flies  away, 

Titles  and  dignities  decay, 

Nought  but  religion  can  display 
Joys  that  are  free  from  trouble. 

4  Beauty,  with  all  its  gaudy  shows, 
Is  but  a  painted  bubble  ; 

Short  are  the  triumphs  wit  bestows* 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble ; 
Sensual  pleasures  swell  desire, 
Just  as  the  fuel  feeds  the  fire; 
Religion  can  real  bliss  inspire, 

Bliss  that  is  worth  possessing. 


OF    ISRAEL.  217 

HYMN  197.    P  M. 

A  S  much  have  I  of  worldly  good, 
1  jL  As  e'er  my  master  had  ; 

1  diet  on  as  dainty  food, 

And  am  as  richly  clad  : 
Tho'  plain  my  garb,  tho'  scant  my  board, 
As  Mary's  son,  and  nature's  Lord. 

2  The  manger  was  his  infant  bed, 
His  home  the  mountain  cave, 

He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head, 

He  borrow'd  e'en  his  grave: 
Earth  yielded  him  no  resting  spot — 
Her  Maker — but  she  knew  him  not. 

3  As  much  the  world's  goods  will  I  share, 
Its  favour  and  applause, 

As  he  whose  blessed  name  I  bear ; 

Hated  without  a  cause, 
Despised,  rejected,  mock'd  by  pride, 

Betray'd,  forsaken,  crucified. 

4  Why  should  I  court  my  Master's  foe  ? 
Why  should  I  fear  its  frown  ? 

Why  should  I  seek  for  rest  below, 

Or  sigh  for  brief  renown  ? 
A  pilgrim  to  a  better  land, 
An  heir  of  joys  at  God's  right  hand. 

HYMN  198.    P.  M. 

What's  this  that  rises  in  my  soul  ? 

Is  it  grace  ?    Is  it  grace  ? 
That  makes  my  life  of  sin  look  foul  ? 

Is  it  grace  ?    Is  it  grace  ? 
This  work  that's  in  my  soul  begun, 
It  makes  me  strive  all  sin  to  shun, 
It  plants  my  soul  b°neath  the  Throne, 

Where  mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 


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SWEET    SINGER 


2  Great  God  of  Love !  I  cank  but  wonder, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 
Though  I've  no  price  at  all  to  tender, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free  ! 
Though  mercy's  free,  our  God  is  just, 
And  if  a  soul  should  e'er  be  lost, 
This  will  torment  the  sinner  most, — 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 

3  Swell,  swell,  oh  swell  the  Heavenly  chorus ! 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free  ! 
The  Devil's  Kingdom  falls  before  us : 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 
Sinner  repent,  enquire  the  road 
That  leads  to  glory  and  to  God, 
And  wash  in  Christ's  atoning  blood — 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free  ' 

4  This  truth  through  all  our  life  shall  cheer  us, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
And  through  the  vale  of  Death  shall  bear  us, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
And  when  to  Jordan's  brink  we  come, 
And  cross  the  raging  billows  foam, 
We'll  sing,  when  safely  landed  home, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 


HYMN  199.    P.  M. 

MY  soul  is  full  of  glory, 
Inspiring  my  tongue; 
Could  I  meet  with  angels, 

I  would  sing  them  a  song; 
I  would  sing  of  my  Jesus, 
And  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me 
To  his  loving  arms. 


OF    ISRAEL. 

2  Methinks  they're  descending 
To  hear  what  I  sing ; 

Well  pleased  to  hear  mortals 
Praising  their  king : 

0  angels,  O  angels ! 
My  soul's  in  a  flame, 

1  faint  in  sweet  raptures 
At  Jesus's  name. 

3  O  Jesus  !   O  Jesus ! 
Thou  balm  of  my  soul, 

'T  was  thou,  my  dear  Jesus, 
That  made  my  heart  whole : 

O  bring  me  to  view  thee, 
Thou  precious  sweet  King, 

In  oceans  of  glory 
Thy  praises  to  sing. 

4  O  heaven!   sweet  heaven! 
I  long  to  be  there, 

To  meet  all  my  brethren, 

And  Jesus  my  dear: 
Come  angels  !   come  angels  ! 

I  'm  ready  to  fly, 
Come,  quickly  convey  me 

To  God  in  "the  sky. 

5  Sweet  Spirit  attend  me, 
Till  Jesus  shall  come. 

Protect  and  defend  me 
T'll  I  am  call'd  home  : 

Though  worms  my  poor  body 
May  claim  as  their  prey, 

'T  will  outshine,  when  rising,. 
The  sun  at  noon-day. 

6  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd, 
The  moon  turn'd  to  blood  ; 

The  mountains  all  melt 
At  the  presence  of  God  f 


220  SWEET    SIXGER 

Red  lightnings  may  flash, 
Loud  thunders  may  roar, 

All  this  cannot  daunt  me 
On  Canaan's  blest  shore. 

7  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory 
Surprises  my  soul, 

I  sink  in  sweet  visions 
To  view  the  bright  goal  : 
.    My  soul,  while  I  'ra  singing, 
Is  leaping  to  go : 

This  moment  for  heaven 
I'd  leave  all  below. 

8  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren, 
My  Lord  bids  me  come; 

Farewell,  my  dear  sisters, 
I  'm  now  going  home  ; 

Bright  angels  are  whisp'ring 
So  sweet  in  my  ear, 

Away  to  my  Saviour 
My  spirit  they  '11  bear. 

9  I  'm  going,  I  'm  going, 
But  what  do  I  see? 

'Tis  Jesus  in  glory 

Appears  unto  me ! 
I  'm  going,  I'm  going, 

I  'm  going,  I  'm  gone  ! 
O  glory  !    O  glory  ! 

'Tis  done!  it  is  done! 

10  To  the  regions  of  glory 
The  spirit  is  fled, 

And  left  this  poor  body 

Inactive  and  dead; 
With  angelic  armies 

In  glory  to  blaze, 
On  Jesus's  beauties 

For  ever  to  gaze. 


OF    ISRAEL.  221 

11  When  the  six  seals  shall  open, 

The  trumpet  shall  sound  ; 
To  awake  God's  dear  children 

That  sleep  under  ground  : 
Their  souls  and  their  bodies 

Shall  then  join  in  one, 
And  each  from  their  Saviour 

Receive  a  bright  crown. 

HYMN  200.    L.  M. 

I'M  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly  ; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  new  Jerusalem. 

Hallelujah. 

2  I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

Hallelujah. 

3  Farewell,  vain  world,  I  'm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come ; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 
Hallelujah. 

4  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  I  '11  lose  my  breath  ; 
And  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

Hallelujah. 

5  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 
And  meet  king  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 

Hallelujah. 


222  SWEET    SINGER 

6  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

Hallelujah. 

7  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode  ; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

Hallelvjalu 


HYMN  201.    P.  M. 

IN  the  house  of  king  David  a  fountain  did  spring, 
For  sin  and  transgressions,  from  Jesus  our  king  ; 
This  fountain  flows  sweetly,  whenever  applied, 
It  sprang  from  the  bowels  of  Christ  when  he  died. 

2  Come  all  that  have  bathed  in  the  fountain  of 

love, 

And  have  felt  the  heavy  burthen  of  guilt  to  re- 
move; 

Let's  praise  our  dear  Saviour  as  long  as  wTe've 
breath, 

And  after  we  're  laid  in  the  dust  of  the  earth. 

3  There,  there,  we  shall  sleep,  but  not  always  re- 

main, 
We  look  for  the  coming  of  Jesus  again  ; 
When  waked  by  the  trumpet,  we  '11  lay  by  our 

shrouds, 
And  rise  to  meet  Jesus,  our  Lord,  in  the  clouds. 

4  How  we  shall  be  fashion'd,  he  does  not  declare 
But  we  shall  be  like  him  when  he  doth  appear; 
And  that  happy  moment  we  're  longing  to  see, 
When  we  shall  be  perfectly  happy  in  thee. 


OF    ISRAEL.  223 

Lord  Jesus,  I  love  thee,  thou  knowest  full  well ; 

ssist  me  to  conquer  the  cowers  of  hell ; 
Though  Satan — he  rages  and  frightens  me  too, 
Lord  Jesus,  protect  me,  and  bring  me  safe  through. 

HYMN  202.    P.  M. 

MY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love ! 
His  praises  aloud  I  '11  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 
To  shout  his  adorable  name. 

2  To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 
Shall  be  my  eternal  employ  ; 

And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 
My  boundless  ineffable  joy. 

3  He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 

To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell.' 

4  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 

Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away. 

5  The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  ,- 

My  joy  everlastingly  flows — 
My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 

HYMN  203.     S.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 
Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 


224  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 
Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransom  'd  sinners,  sing ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ,  the  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim ; 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  204.    P.  M. 

YE  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
And  view  my  Emanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known ; 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise  ; 
He  form'd  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good  ; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 
Confirm'd  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat: 
He  snatch'd  you  from  hell  and  the  grave — 

He  ransom'd  from  death  and  despair; 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 


OF    ISRAEL.  225 

3  Oh,  when  will  the  period  appear 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 

I  'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ! 
I  'm  fetter'd  and  chain'd  up  in  clay; 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see! 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name  : 
I  want — Oh,  J  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you ! 

HYMN  205.    P.  M. 

THE   PREACHER'S   ADIEU. 

A  DIEU,  my  dear  brethren,  adieu, 
Jr&.  Reluctant  I  give  you  my  hand, 
No  more  to  assemble  with  you, 

Till  we  on  mount  Zion  shall  stand. 
Mv  heart  swells  with  tender  regret, 

To  leave  your  embraces  so  soon, 
Though  heaven  my  course  must  direct, 

And  others  succeed  in  my  room. 

2  Your  acts  of  benevolence  past, 

Your  gentle  compassionate  love, 
Henceforth  in  my  mem'ry  shall  last, 

Though,  far  from  your  sight  I  remove. 
While  roving  the  wilds  of  the  west, 

When  through  foreign  regions  I  steer, 
Still  friendship  inspiring  my  breast, 

Shall  then  drop  her  own  native  tear. 
15 


228  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Our  labours  will  shortly  subside, 
For  vigour  and  life  must  decay, 

But  wisdom  and  truth  shall  abide, 

To  pilot  our  souls  on  the  way. 
As  time  rolls  his  seasons  around, 

And  Iruth  shall  new  teachers  inspire, 
O  may  we  in  love  still  aboundj 

And  alter  new  conquests  aspire. 

4  Our  seasons  of  converse  are  o'er, 
Till  mortal  commotions  are  past, 

Till  nature  and  time  are  no  more, 

Or  we  are  in  Paradise  blest, 
Sweet  comforting  spirit,  draw  near, 

And  shed  forth  thy  luminous  rays, 
My  parting  reflections  to  cheer, 

And  change  lamentation  to  praise. 

5  O  may  we  conform  to  his  will, 
Aspiring  for  glory  and  peace, 

Our  covenant  vows  to  fulfil, 

Till  Jesus  shall  sign  our  release. 
Till  suddenly  wafted  above, 

Where  saints  in  sweet  harmony  meet, 
To  feel  all  the  pleasures  of  love, 

And  each  happy  conqueror  greet. 

HYMN  20G.    L.  M. 

YE  sons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  o'er  the  flood, 
Whose  sins,  big  as  mountains,  have  reach'd 
up  to  God. 
Recollect  your  short  voyage  of  life  soon  will  end, 
Then   come,   brother  sailors,   make   Jesus    your 
friend. 

2  Look  astern  on  your  life,  see  your  wake  mark'd 
with  sin, 

Look  ahead !  see  what  torments  you  '11  soon  foun- 
der in: 


OF    ISRAEL.  227 

The  hard  rocks  of  death  will  soon  beat  out  your 

keel, 
Then  your  vessel  and  cargo  will  all  sink  to  hell. 

3  Lay  by  your  old  compass,  't  will  do  you  no  good, 
ft  ne'er  will  direct  you  the  right  way  to  God ; 
Mind  your  helm,  brother  sailor,  and  don't  fall 

asleep, 
Watch  and  pray,  night  and  day,  lest  you  sink  in 
the  deep. 

4  Spring  your  luff,  brother  sailor,  the  breeze  now 

is  fair  ; 
Trim  your  sails  to  the  wind,  and  those  torments 

you  "11  clear, 
Your  leading-star,  Jesus,  keep  full  in  your  view, 
You'll  weather  the  danger,  he  '11  guide  you  safe 

through. 

5  Renounce  your  old  captain,  the  devil,  straight- 

way, 
The  crew  that  you  sail  with,  will  lead  you  astray; 
Desert  their  black  colours,  come  under  the  red, 
Where  Jesus  is  captain  to  conquest  be  led. 

6  His  standard's  unfurl'd,  see   it  wave  through 

the  air, 
And  volunteers  coming  from  far  off  and  near  ; 
Now 's  the  time,  brother  sailor,  no  longer  delay, 
Embark  now  with  Jesus,  good  wages  he  '11  pay. 

7  The  bounty  he  '11  give  when  the  voyage  doth 

begin, 
Is  justification  and  freedom  from  sin  ; 
Good  usage  he  '11  give,  while  you  sail  on  the  way, 
And  shortly  you  '11  anchor  in  heaven's  broad  bay. 

8  In  the  harbour  of  glory  for  ever  you  11  ride, 
Free  from  quicksands,  and  dangers,  and  sin's  rapid 

tide; 


228  SWEET    SINGER 

Waves  of  death  cease  to  roll,  and  tempests  are  o'er 
The   hoarse   breath   of  Boreas  dismast,  thee   no 


9  Your  tarpaulin  jacket,  no  longer  you  '11  wear, 
But  robes  of  bright  glory  all  shining  and  fair; 
A  crown  on  your  head,  that  would  dazzle  the  sun, 
And  from  glory  to  glory  eternally  run. 


HYMN  207.    P.  M. 

RISE,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
Lay  aside  thy  mourning, 
Wipe  away  those  falling  tears, 
Cease  this  inward  groaning. 
Though  thy  sins  like  mountains  rise 

Though  they  reach  to  heaven, 
Jesus  lives  above  the  skies, 
They  may  be  forgiven. 

2  Once  a  man  of  sorrows,  he 
Wrestled  in  the  garden, 

Died  upon  the  shameful  tree, 

To  procure  thy  pardon — 
Rose  triumphant  from  the  grave, 

Lives  thy  great  Redeemer, 
Strong  and'  powerful  to  save 

Ev'ry  true  believer. 

3  Wherefore  then  with  fears  dismay'd, 
Why  with  grief  dejected  ? 

All  that  seek  shall  find  his  aid, 

None  shall  be  rejected. 
Rise  and  prove  his  faithful  word, 

Feel  his  pardon  flowing, 
Let  thy  faith  embrace  its  Lord, 

All  his  goodness  knowing. 


OF    ISRAEL.  229 

4  He  thy  burden  shall  remove, 
Speak  thy  sins  forgiven, 

Crown  thee  with  his  peace  and  love, 

Turn  thy  hell  to  heaven ; 
Guide  thee  by  his  counsel  here, 

Still  thy  strength  renewing, 
Save  from  every  anxious  care, 

All  thy  foes  subduing. 

5  And  when  earth,  with  all  its  strife, 
Thou  in  peace  art  leaving; 

When  the  dearest  cords  of  life 

Death's  strong  hand  is  reaving, 
Thou,  my  soul,  shalt  mount  on  high, 

Gain  thy  heavenly  treasure, 
Live  with  God,  no  more  to  die, 

In  those  realms  of  pleasure. 


HYMN  208.    L.  M, 

SPARE,  mighty  God,  in  mercy  spare 
The  creatures  of  thy  sov'reign  will ; 
Sweep  nature's  poison  from  the  air, 
And  say  in  pity,  "  Peace,  be  still !" 

2  'Mid  gloomy  fears  from  day  to  day 
Thy  creatures  live,  Eternal  King, 

O,  chase  *heir  gloomy  thoughts  away, 
And  shield  them  with  thy  mighty  wing. 

3  Let  not  the  scourge  of  Asia  sweep 
O'er  fair  Columbia's  wide  domain, 

But  lull  the  poisonous  blast  to  sleep, 
Or  waste  it  on  the  western  main. 

4  Hear  us,  thy  guilty  creatures,  Lord  I 
Let  mercy  be  thy  motto  still, 

But  if  we  need  thy  chastening  rod, 
Fit  us !  O  fit  us  for  thy  will. 


230  SWEET    SINGER 

'  5  Thus  shall  the  sons  of  earth  rejoice, 
By  land  and  flood,  with  one  accord  ; 
And  every  heart  and  every  voice 
Shall  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord. 


HYMN  209.    P.  M. 

ALTHOUGH  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
The  budding  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
No  oil  the  olive  yield; 
Yet  will  I  trust  me  in  ray  God, 
Yea,  bend  rejoicing  to  his  rod, 
And  by  his  grace  be  heal'd. 

2  Though  fields  in  verdure  once  array'd, 
By  whirlwinds  desolate  be  laid, 

Or  parch'd  by  scorching  beam  ; 
Still  in  the  Lord  shall  be  my  trust, 
My  joy  ;  for,  though  his  frown  is  just, 

His  mercy  is  supreme. 

3  Though  from  the  fdtd  the  flock  decay, 
Though  herds  lie  famish'd  o'er  the  lea, 

And  round  the  empty  stall ; 
My  soul  above  the  wreck  shall  rise, 
Its  better  joys  are  in  the  skies, 

There,  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  210.    L.  M. 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Who  lives  by  angels  now  ador'd ; 
That  Jesus  who  once  died  for  me, 
Who  bore  my  sins  in  agony. 

2  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  his, laws, 
Nor  to  defend  his  noble  cause; 
The  way  he  's  gone,  is  mark'd  with  blood, 
O  may  I  tread  the  steps  he  trod. 


OF    ISRAEL.  231 

3  I'm  not  ashamed  his  name  to  bear 
With  those  who  his  disciples  are ; 
Christian,  sweet  name,  its  worth  I  view 
O  may  I  wear  its  nature  too. 

4  I  'm  not  asham'd  to  bear  my  cross, 
For  which  I  count  all  things  as  dross ; 
Whate'er  I  'm  bid  to  do  or  say. 

If  Christ  command  I  will  obey. 

5  I  'm  not  asham'd  to  be  despis'd, 
By  those  who  ne'er  religion  priz'd : 
Nor  will  I  prove  to  Christ  untrue 
For  all  that  man  can  say  or  do. 

6  This  world's  vain  honours  I  will  shun, 
The  narrow  way  to  life  I  '11  run, 

That  this  at  last  mv  boast  mav  be, 
My  Saviour 's  not  ashamed  of  me. 

HYMN  211.     P.  M. 

COME,  my  brethren,  let  us  try, 
For  a  little  season, 
Everv  burthen  to  lay  by : 
Come,  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down  ? 
What  is  this  that  grieves  you  ? 

Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Christ  at  times  by  faith  I  view, 
And  it  doth  relieve  me, 

But  my  doubts  return  anew, 
They  are  those  that  grieve  me. 

4  Troubled  like  the  restless  sea, 
Feeble,  faint  and  iearful, 

Plagu'd  with  every  sore  disease, 
How  can  I  be  cheerful  ? 


232  sweet  sixger 

5  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore 

In  the  gloomy  trarden. 
Sweating  blood  at  every  iM)ro. 

To  procure  thy  pardon. 

G  View  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 
Bleeding,  groaning,  dying, 

Since  he  Bufler'd  thie  for  ihee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 

7  Joseph  look  bin  body  down. 
Shrouded  it  in  linen, 

Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 
And  returned  mourning. 

8  Jesus  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Angels  tell  the  storv; 

See  what  glory  shines  around, 
Hallelujah,  glory. 

9  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 
Sisters,  don't  you  love  him  ? 

Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name, 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 

10  Soon  we  '11  meet  to  part  no  more, 
Soon  we  '11  meet  in  heaven, 

There  we  'II  join  the  saints  above, 
And  forever  praise  him. 

HYMN  212.    P.  M. 

WHEN  I  set  out  for  glory, 
I  lefl  the  world  behind, 
Determin'd  for  a  city, 
That 's  out  of  sight,  to  find. 

CHORUS. 
And  to  glory  I  will  go — 
And  to  glory  I  will  go— I  yU  go,  I'll  go, 
And  to  glory  I  will  go. 


OF    ISRAEL.  233 

2  I  left  my  worldly  honour — 
I  left  my  worldly  fame — 

I  left  my  young  companions, 
And  with  them  my  good  name. 

And  to  glory,  <Jr. 

3  Some  said  I  'd  better  tarry — 
They  thought  I  was  too  young 

For  to  prepare  for  dying — 
But  that  was  all  my  theme. 

And  to  glory,  SfC. 

4  Come,  all  my  loving  brethren 
And  listen  to  my  cry  ; 

All  vou  that  are  backsliders 
Must  shortly  beg  or  die. 


And  to  begging  I  will  go — 

And  to  begging  I  will  go — will  go,  will  go, 

And  to  begging  I  v:ill  go. 

5  The  Lord  he  loves  the  beggar, 
Who  truly  begs  indeed  ; 

He  always  will  relieve  him 
Whene'er  he  stands  in  need. 

And  to  begging,  fyc. 

6  I  do  not  beg  for  riches, 
Nor  to  be  dressed  fine : 

The  garment  that  he  '11  give  me, 
The  sun  it  will  outshine. 

And  to  begging,  $c. 

7  I  'm  not  ashamed  to  beg 
While  here  on  earth  I  stay  ; 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  watch— 
And  I  'm  not  ashamed  to  pray. 

And  to  begging,  fyc. 


234  SWEET    SINGER 

8  The  richest  man  I  ever  saw 
Was  one  that  begg'd  the  most  ; 

His  soul  was  fill'd  with  Jesils, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 

And  to  begging,  $-c. 

9  And  now  we  are  encouraged, 
Come  let  us  travel  on, 

Until  we  join  the  angels, 
And  sing  the  holy  song, 

And  to  glory,  tyc. 


HYMN  213.    C.  M. 

JESUS !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend  ; 
As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
O  Lord  !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  ol  grace, 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 

And  then  remember  me. 


3  Thou  wondrous  advocate  with  God 
}ld  myself  to  thee  ; 
le  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
O  Lord !  remember  me. 


I  yi 

While 


4  I  own  I  'm  guilty,  own  I  'm  vile, 
Yet  thy  salvation  's  free  ; 

Then,  in  thy  all  abounding  grace, 
0  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 
Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be ; 

Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 


OF    ISRAEL.  235 

6  And  when  I  close  ray  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee. 
Then,  O  my  great  Redeemer,  God ! 

I  pray,  remember  me. 


O 


HYMN  214.    P.  M. 

N  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin, 
.     Justice,  with  a  flaming  sword, 
Was  my  guilty  soul  pursuing, 
When  I  first  beheld  my  Lord. 

2  Terrified  with  Sinai's  thunder, 
Straight  1  flew  to  Calvary, 

Where  I  saw,  with  love  and  wonder, 
Him,  by  faith,  who  died  for  me 

3  "Sinner,"  he  exclaim'd,  "I 've  loved  thee 
With  an  everlasting  love ; 

Justice  has  in  me  approved  thee ; 
Thou  shalt  dwell  with  me  above." 

4  Sweet  as  angels'  notes  in  heaven, 
When  to  golden  harps  they  sound, 

Is  the  voice  of  sins  forgiven, 
To  the  soul  by  Satan  bound. 

5  Sweet  as  angels'  harps  in  glory, 
Was  that  heavenly  voice  to  me, 

When  I  saw  my  Lord  before  me 
Bleed  and  die  to  set  me  free ! 

6  Saints,  attend  with  holy  wonder ! 
Sinners,  hear  and  sing  his  praise : 

'T  is  the  God  that  holds  the  thunder 
Shows  himself  the  God  of  grace. 


236  SWEET    SINGER 

HYMN  215,    P.  M. 

RICHEST  source  of  purest  pleasure, 
Fountain  whence  our  comfort  flows, 
More  to  be  desired  than  treasure  ; 
Treasure  which  this  world  bestows. 

2  These  afford  us  poor  enjoyment 
As  the  world  recedes  to  view : 

Thou  canst  yield  us  sweet  employment, 
As  we  bid  the  world  adieu. 

3  Dearest  source  of  consolation, 
Refuge  to  the  poor  distress'd, 

Thou  canst  calm  our  perturbation, 
Thou  canst  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  Bid  the  billows,  loudly  raging, 
Calmly  at  thy  voice  subside  ; 

Bid  the  clouds,  that  storms  presaging, 
Soon  to  distant  quarters  glide. 

5  As  the  evening  sun  declining. 
Sheds  around  a  softer  ray, 

May  thy  milder  radiance  shining, 
Calmly  gild  our  closing  day. 

6  As  the  soul,  released  from  trouble, 
Views  with  joy  its  sorrows  past, 

Views  them  as  an  empty  bubble 
On  the  billowy  ocean  cast. 

7  Oh  !  how  sweet,  in  retrospection, 
Pains  and  sorrows  well  endured  ; 

'Twas  through  suffering — sweet  reflection, 
Christ  our  brightest  hopes  procured. 

8  Let  us  then,  on  him  reclining, 
For  his  sake  our  patience  prove  ; 

Sure,  we  oft,  without  repining, 
Suffer  much  for  those  we  love. 


OF    ISRAEL.  237 

9  Soon  this  path,  so  dark  and  dreary, 

Shall  in  fairer  scenes  expand  ; 
Soon  the  traveller,  faint  and  weary, 

Shall  behold  the  promised  land. 

HYMN  216.     P.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  love  inspire  my  heart  with  pure 
desire, 
Until  the  sacred  fire  my  soul  doth  renew, 
love  the    blessed  Jesus,  on  whom   each  angel 
gazes, 
And  symphony  increases,  above  the  ethereal  blue. 

2  My  tender-hearted  Jesus,  thy  love  my  soul  ama- 
zes, 

Who  came  from  heaven  to  save  us,  when  lost  and 
undone ; 

No  angel  could  redeem  us,  no  seraph  could  re- 
trieve us, 

No  arm  could  relieve  us,  but  Jesus  alone. 

3  In  him  I  have  believed,  he  has  my  soul  re- 
trieved, 

From  sin  he  has  redeem'd  my  soul  that  was  dead, 
And  now  I  love  my  Saviour,  for  I  am  in  his  fa- 
vour, 

And  hope  with  him  forever,  the  golden  streets  to 
tread. 

4  Yet  here  awhile  I  stay,  in  hope  of  that  glad  day, 
Till  I  'm  called  away  to  the  mansions  above  : 
There  to  enjoy  the  treasure  of  unconsuming  plea- 
sure, 

And  shout  in  highest  measure,  hallelujahs  of  love 

HYMN  217.    C.  M. 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear, 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  cut  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  mi<?ht  hear. 


238  SWEET    SINGER 

Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust, 
Jewels  to  the^  are  gaudy  toys, 

And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

2  0  may  thy  grace  still  cheer  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ! 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 

The  cordial  of  its  care 
I  '11  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  : 
When  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 

My  joy  in  life  and  death. 

HYMN  218.    P.  M. 

COME  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  my  dear 
Lord, 

1  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word  ; 
What  a  wonder  of  mercy !  behold  now  I  see 
What  a  tender  kind  Saviour  has  done  for  poor  me. 

2  I  was  led  by  the  devil,  till  lost  and  distress'd, 
I  thought  that  in  torments  I  soon  should  be  cast, 
No  peace  to  my  conscience,  but  all  misery, 
Till  by  faith  I  saw  Jesus  hang  bleeding  for  me. 

3  O  sinner,  said  Jesus,  for  you  I  have  died ; 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  soul  then  replied  : 
The  guilt  was  removed,  my  soul  did  rejoice, 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witness  and  vo>ce. 

4  On  my  low  bended  knees  before  God  I  did  fall, 
And  glory  to  Jesus,  for  he 's  all  in  all : 
The  heart  of  his  rebel  was  bursted  in  twain, 
To  see  my  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 

5  There  was  peace  now  in  heaven,  and  peact 

upon  earth, 
The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth  ; 
Your  sins  are  forgiven,  my  Saviour  did  say, 
Oh,  witness  kind  heaven,  on  this  my  birth-day. 


OF    ISRAEL.  239 

6  My  soul  it  was  humbled,  I  fell  to  the  ground  ; 
The  time  of  refreshing  at  length  I  have  found  ; 
O  Lord,   thou  hast   ravish'd  my  soul  with  thy 

charms, 
Let  me  die  like  old  Simeon,  with  Christ  in  my  arms. 

HYMN  219.    P.  M. 

COME  and  taste,  along  with  me, 
Consolation  running  free, 
From  our  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey-comb. 

2  Wherefore  should  I  feast  alone, 
Two  are  better  still  than  one  ; 

The  more  comes  in  with  a  free  good-will 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more : 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Goodness  running  like  a  stream, 
Through  the  New  Jerusalem, 

And  by  a  constant  breaking  forth,        % 
Sweetens  earth,  and  heaven  both. 

5  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud, 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  KJod  ! 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  of  the  number  more. 

6  Now  my  body  doth  its  best, 
For  to  keep  me  back  from  Christ ; 
But  a  treasure  coming  in, 

Doth  oppose  my  inbred  sin. 

7  Sinful  nature,  hatching  vice, 
Cannot  stop  the  force  of  grace ; 
Whilst  there  is  a  God  to  give. 
And  a  sinner  to  receive. 


240  SWEET   SINGER 

8  Heaven  's  here  and  heaven  's  there, 
Comfort 's  flowing  every  where  ! 
This  I  boldly  do  profess, 

That  my  soul  hath  got  a  taste. 

9  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume! 
Finding  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 


HYMN  220.    L.  M. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
The  soul  that 's  fill'd  with  joy  and  peace, 
That  bears  the  fruits  of  righteousness, 

And  kept  by  Jesus'  power! 
Their  trespasses  are  all  forgiven, 
They  antedate  the  joys  of  heaven : 
In  rapturous  lays 
Shout  the  praise 
Of  Jesus'  grace 
To  a  lost  race 
Of  sinners,  brought  to  happiness 
Through  th'  atoning  blood  of  Jesus. 

2  Satan  may  tempt,  and  hell  may  rage, 
And  all  the  poAvers  of  earth  besiege  ; 
Their  united  strength  at  once  engage 

To  pluck  a  soul  from  Jesus  : 
The  faithful  soul  laughs  them  to  scorn, 
He  's  heaven  bound,  he  "s  heaven  born, 

He'll  watch  and  pray, 

Night  and  day, 

Fight  his  way, 

Win  the  day, 
And  all  his  enemies  dismay, 
Through  the  mighty  name  of  Jesus. 


OF    ISRAEL.  241 

3  Oh  monster  death,  thy  sting  is  drawn ! 
O  boasting  grave  !  no  trophy  's  won ! 
The  saint  triumphs  through  grace  alone, 

To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus. 
At  length  he  bids  the  world  adieu, 
With  all  its  vanity  and  show — 

The  soul  it  flies 

Through  the  skies, 

To  paradise, 

And  joins  its  voice, 
In  rapturous  lays  of  love,  to  praise 
The  glorious  name  of  Jesus. 

4  When  Gabriel's  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
And  rend  the  rocks,  convulse  the  ground, 
And  swear  that  time  is  at  an  end, 

Ye  dead,  arise  to  judgment. 
See  lightnings  flash  and  thunders  roll, 
The  earth  wrapt  like  a  parchment  scroll  ; 

Comets  blaze, 

Sinners  raise, 

Dread  amaze 

And  horrors  seize 
The  guilty  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
Unsaved  from  sin  by  Jesus. 

5  The  Christian,  fill'd  with  rapturous  joy, 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  he  mounts  on  high, 
To  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  sky, 

And  see  the  face  of  Jesus. 
Then  soul  and  body  reunite, 
And  fill'd  with  glory  infinite  : 

Blessed  day ! 

Christians,  say — 

Will  you  pray 

That  we  may 
All  join  that  happy  company, 
To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus? 
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242  SWEET    SINGER 

HYxMN  221.     C.  M. 

GOD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 
Their  groans  affect  his  ears ; 
He  has  a  book  for  their  complaints,         ' 
A  bottle  for  their  tears. 

2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

3  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 

They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 

IHYMN  222.    C.  M. 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  thy  love  ; 

Sweet  to  look  upwards  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
In  life's  fair  book  set  down; 

Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 
My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 

Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  suff 'ring  paid. 

5  Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand, 
Whicn  saves  from  second  death; 

Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 
His  spirit's  quick'ning  breath. 


OF    ISRAEL.  243 

6  Sweet  in  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 
Whose  love  can  never  end ; 

Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

7  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 
What  must  the  fountain  be, 

Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ! 

HYMN  223.    C.  M. 

WITH  joy  let  each  afflicted  saint 
This  cheering  truth  behold ; 
That  when  he  's  tried  he  shall  not  faint, 
But  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

2  This  privilege,  oh  Lord  !  I  claim, 
Nor  am  I  here  too  bold, 

That  from  the  trying,  fiery  flame, 
I  may  come  forth  as  gold. 

3  What  though  the  furnace  burns  on  high, 
Still  to  this  truth  I'll  hold, 

'Tis  but  design'd  my  soul  to  try, 
I  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

4  Herein  his  wisdom  and  his  love 
Will  God  to  me  unfold ; 

And  from  the  furnace  I  shall  prove, 
He'll  bring  me  forth  as  gold. 

5  He  '11  kindly  thus  consume  my  dross, 
So  in  this  world  I  'm  told  ; 

Nor  can  I  suffer  real  loss, 
But  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

6  Thus  he  '11  conform  me  to  his  word, 
And  cast  me  in  that  mould  ; 

And  through  the  goodness  of  my  Lord 
I  shall  come  forth  as  scold. 


244  SWEET    SINGER 

7  Thus  will  I  sing  his  praises  here, 

Whose  mercies  are  of  old  ; 
And  when  in  glory  I  appear, 

I  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

HYMN  224.    L.  M. 

IN  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice. 
With  thankful  heart,  and  cheerful  voice, 
Thus  saith  his  word,  so  kind,  so  true, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

2  Sweet  words  !  oh  let  us  hless  his  name, 
And  joyful  all  his  praise  proclaim  ; 
These  words  shall  foes  and  fears  subdue, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

3  Are  you  in  darkness  and  distress  ? 
Does  Satan  roar  and  break  your  peace  ? 
Feer  not,  but  still  the  truth  review, 

"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

4  Do  sore  afflictions  on  you  lay, 
And  pungent  sorrow,  day  by  clay  ? 

Look  to  this  word,  't  will  bear  you  through, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

5  If  death  in  gloomy  form  appear, 
And  overwhelm  your  souls  with  fear, 
Let  this  sweet  word  your  faith  renew, 
"I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

6  Thus  while  you  sojourn  here  below, 
As  pilgrims  in  this  world  of  woe, 

Make  this  your  song,  your  journey  through, 
"I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

7  And  when  each  happy  soul  attains 
That'bhssful  state  where  glory  reigns, 
This  song  shall  all  his  powers  employ, 
"  God  is  my  comfort  and  my  joy." 


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HYMN  225.    L.  M. 

C1HILDREN  of  God,  renounce  your  fears ; 
^  Lo !  Jesus  for  your  help  appears, 
And  loudly  speaks,  as  he  draws  nigh, 
"  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  J." 

2  When  in  the  awful  tempest  tost, 
You  feel  your  strength  and  courage  lost, 
And  mighty  waves  roll  o'er  your  head, 
Your  Lord  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 

3  When  mournful  tidings  come  from  far, 
Or  nations  raise  tumultuous  war, 

And  wide  their  devastations  spread, 
Yet  he  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 

4  The  famine,  pestilence,  and  sword, 
Are  all  obedient  to  his  word; 

He,  riding  on  the  stormy  sky, 
Says,  "Fear  ye  not,  for"i7  is  I." 

5  When  earthlv  joys  are  from  you  torn, 
Or  when  with  heart-felt  grief  you  mourn, 
To  see  your  dear  relations  dead : 

Yet  Jesus  lives,  be  not  afraid. 

6  When  fierce  disease  attacks  your  frame, 
Your  Saviour's  love  is  still  the  same ; 

In  death's  dark  shade  you  need  not  fear, 
For  Jesus  will  be  with  you  there. 

7  When  stars  are  from  their  orbits  hurl'd, 
And  flames  consume  the  guilty  world, 
E'en  then  your  Judge  will  smiling  cry, 

"  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  L" 

HYMN  226.     C.  M. 
H  X  LOVE  the  Lord,"  is  still  the  strain 

3-  My  heart  delights  to  sing ; 
Though  "oft  my  heart  suggests  again, 

"  Perhaps  'tis  no  such  thing." 


246  SWEET    SINGER 

2  Before  the  power  of  love  divine, 
Creation  fades  away ; 

Till  only  God  is  seen  to  shine, 
In  all  that  we  survey. 

3  Nor  exile  I,  nor  prison  fear, 
Love  makes  my  courage  great ; 

I  find  a  Saviour  every  where, 
His  grace  in  every  state. 

4  Nor  castle  walls,  nor  dungeons  deep, 
Exclude  his  quick'ning  beams ; 

There  I  can  sit,  and  sing,  and  weep, 
And  dwell  on  heavenly  themes. 

5  A  Saviour  kindles  all  my  joys, 
And  sweetens  all  my  pains, 

His  strength  in  my  defence  employs, 
Consoles  me,  and  sustains. 

6  I  fear  no  ill,  resent  no  wrong, 
Nor  feel  a  passion  move, 

When  malice  whets  her  sland'rous  tongue ; 
Such  patience  is  in  love. 


HYMN  227.    P.  M. 

OH  !  that  I  had  some  humble  place, 
Where  I  might  hide  from  sorrow; 
Where  I  might  see  my  Saviour's  face, 

And  there  be  freed  from  terror. 
Oh !  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 

I  'd  leave  this  world  and  Satan, 
And  fly  away  to  realms  above, 
Where  Jesus  stands  inviting. 

2  My  heart  is  often  made  to  mourn, 
Because  I  'm  faint  and  feeble ; 

And  when  my  Saviour  seems  to  frown, 
My  soul  is  fill'd  with  trouble. 


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But  when  he  doth  again  return, 

And  I  repent  ray  folly  ; 
'T  is  then  I  after  glory  run, 

And  still  my  Jesus  follow. 

3  I  have  ray  bitter  and  ray  sweet, 
While  through  this  world  I  travel ; 

Sometimes  I  shout,  and  often  weep; 

Which  makes  my  foes  to  marvel. 
But  let  them  think,  and  think  again, 

I  feel  I  'm  bound  for  heaven ; 
I  hope  I  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 

I  therefore  still  will  praise  him. 

4  I  want  to  live  a  Christian  here ; 
I  want  to  die  while  shouting  ; 

I  want  to  feel  my  Saviour  near, 

When  soul  and  body 's  parting, 
I  want  to  see  bright  angels  stand, 

And  waiting  to  receive  me ; 
To  bear  my  soul  to  Canaan's  land, 

Where  Christ  is  gone  before  me. 


HYMN  228.    P.  M. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 
Here  I  'llsit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams,  in  streams  of  blood  : 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion, 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 


248  SWEET    SINGER 

Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  T  gaze :  t 

Love  I  much  ?  I  've  much  forgiven, 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  1 11  bathe : 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing ; 

And  himself  more  deeply  know. 


HYMN  229.    C.  M.^ 

SWEET  muse  descend,  and  bless  the  shade. 
And  bless  the  evening  grove ! 
Business,  and  noise,  and  day  are  fled, 
And  every  care  but  love. 

2  'T  is  no  mean  beauty  of  the  grove* 
That  hath  enslaved  my  eyes  ; 

I  faint  beneath  a  nobler  wound 
Than  love  below  the  skies. 

3  Jesus  has  all  rny  powers  possess 'd, 
•     My  hopes,  my  fears,  my  joys : 

He,  the  dear  sov'reign  of  my  breast, 
Shall  still  command  my  voice. 

4  Some  of  the  fairest  choirs  above, 
Shall  flock  around  my  song, 

With  joy  to  hear  the  name  they  love 
Sound  from  a  mortal's  tongue. 


5  His  charms  shall  make  my  numbers  flow 

And  hold  the  falling  flood, 
While  silence  sits  on  every  bough, 

And  bends  the  list'ning  wood- 


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6  I  '11  carve  his  passion  on  the  bark, 
And  every  wounded  tree 

Shall  droop,  and  bear  some  mystic  mark, 
That  Jesus  died  lor  me. 

7  The  swains  shall  wonder  when  they  read, 
Inscrib'd  on  all  the  grove, 

That  heaven  itself  came  down  and  bled, 
To  win  a  mortal's  love. 


HYMN  230.    C.  M. 

OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'T  is  heaven  on  earth  begun  ; 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spoke, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire ; 
He  stopp'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  bless'd, 
And  fill'd  the  enlarged  desire. 

A  Saviour!  let  creation  sing! 

A  Saviour !  let  all  heaven  ring ! 

He  's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 

His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours, 

'Tis  almost  done — ?t  is  almost  o'er, 

We  're  joining  those  who 're  gone  before. 

We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  We  're  soldiers  fighting  for  our  God, 

Let  trembling  cowards  fly  ; 
We  '11  stand  unshaken,  firm,  and  fix'd. 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die  : 
Let  devils  rage,  and  hell  assail, 

We  '11  force  our  passage  through ; 
Let  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert, 

We  '11  seize  the  crown,  our  due. 


250  SWEET   SINGER 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 

We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain : 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows ; 

Oh  pour  the  mighty  flood  ; 
And  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

4  When  thou  shalt  make  thy  jewels  up, 
And  set  thy  starry  crown ; 

When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

By  thee  proclaimed  thine  own ; 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

Be  sinners  saved  by  grace : 
From  glory  into  glory  changed, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

HYMN  231.    P.  M. 

BRIGHT  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense, 
And  all  my  passions  capture, 
Eternal  beauties  round  me  shine, 
Infusing  warmest  rapture. 

1  dive  in  pleasures,  deep  and  full 

In  swelling  waves  of  glory, 

And  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  soul, 

And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 

2  I  feast  on  honey,  milk  and  wine, 
I  drink  perpetual  sweetness; 

Mount  Zion's  beauties  round  me  shine, 
While  Christ  unfolds  his  glory ! 

No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys, 
Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them ; 

Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 
Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems. 

3  The  bliss  that  rolls  through  those  above, 
Through  those  in  glory  seated, 


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Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing, 

Ten  thousand  times  repeated — 
Dart  through  my  soul  in  radiant  flame, 

Constraining  loudest  praises  ; 
O'erwhelming  all  my  powers  with  joy, 

While  all  within  me  blazes. 

4  When  earth  and  sea  shall  be  no  more, 

And  all  their  glory  perish ; 
When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  to  shine, 

And  stars  at  midnight  languish, 
My  joys  refin'd  shall  higher  shine 

With  heav'n's  radiant  glory, 
And  tell  through  one  eternal  day, 

Love's  all  immortal  story. 

HYMN  232.    P.  M. 

THERE  shall  we  reign  with  Jesus,  on  that  de- 
lightful shore, 
And  shout  with  the  redeemed  our  trials  being  o'er ; 
The  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  the  weary  are 

at  rest. 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus,  eternal  ages  blest. 

2  We  shall  be  like  the  angels  in  that  immortal 
throng, 

And  shouting  his  salvation  will  be  our  lasting  song; 
They  sing  creating-goodnes3,  and  we  redeeming 

love, 
And  this  shall  be  our  business,  in  the  bright  worlds 

above. 

3  This  love  so  freely  flowing,  it  animates  our  heart, 
This  love  is  still  abounding,  in  every  place  and 

part; 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  ended,  though  faith  and 

hope  should  cease, 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  bounded,  but  ever  will 

increase. 


252  SWEET    SINGER 

4  This  love  through  endless  ages,  it  ever  is  the 

same  ; 
'Tis  this  our  heart  engages,  to  love  and  serve  the 

Lamb ; 
Unites  us  all  together,  and  makes  us  of  one  soul  i 
It  is  the  balm  of  Gilead,  it  makes  the  wounded 

whole. 

HYMN  233.    P.  M. 

THERE  is  a  holy  city, 
A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love ; 
An  everlasting  temple, 

And  saints  array 'd  in  white, 
They  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 
They  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2  This  is  no  world  of  trouble  ; 
The  God  of  peace  is  there, 

He  wipes  away  their  sorrows, 

He  banishes  their  care  ; 
Their  joys  are  still  increasing, 

Their  songs  are  ever  new, 
They  praise  the  eternal  Father, 

The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

3  The  meanest  child  of  glory 
Outshines  the  radiant  sun  ; 

But  who  can  speak  the  splendour 

Of  that  eternal  throne, 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  godlike  majesty? 
The  elders  fall  before  him, 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

4  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows, 
Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar, 

Condemn'd  by  haughty  Herod, 
And  by  his  men  of  war  ? 


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He  seems  a  mighty  conqueror, 
Who  spoil'd  the  powers  below 

And  ransom'd  many  captives 
From  everlasting  woe. 

5  The  hosts  of  saints  around  him 
Proclaim  his  work  of  grace  ; 

The  patriarchs  and  prophets, 

And  all  the  godly  race, 
Who  speak  of  fiery"  trials 

And  tortures  on  their  way, 
They  came  from  tribulation, 

To  everlasting  day. 

6  Now  with  a  holy  transport, 
They  tell  their  suff'rings  o'er, 

Their  tears  and  their  temptations, 

And  all  the  pains  they  bore : 
They  turn  and  bow  to" Jesus, 

Who  gain'd  their  liberty: 
Amid  our  fiercest  dangers, 

Our  lives  are  hid  in  thee. 

7  Long  time  I  was  invited  - 
To  gain  that  he*v'nly  rest;        \ 

Grace  made  no  hard  condition, 

'Twas  only  to  be  bless'd ; 
But  earth's  bewitching  pleasures 

Inclin'd  me  long  to  stay  : 
I  sought  her  dreams  and  shadows, 

And  joys  that  pass  away. 

8  But  now  it  is  my  purpose 
The  better  way  to  find  ; 

To  serve  my  great  Creator, 

And  leave  my  sins  behind: 
In  guilt's  seducing  mazes 

I  will  no  longer  roam ; 
I  '11  give  my  soul  to  Jesus, 

Who  brings  the  ransom'd  home. 


254  SWEET    SINGER 

9  And  what  shall  be  my  journey, 

How  long  I  '11  stay  below, 
Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 

Are  not  for  me  to  know  : 
In  every  day  of  trouble, 

I  '11  raise  my  thoughts  on  nigh ; 
I  '11  think  of  the  bright  temple, 

And  crowns  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  234.    P.  M. 

VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  oh  quit,  this  mortal  frame  : 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
Oh  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 
Cease  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper !  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away ! 

What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses  ?  shuts  my  sight? 

Drowns  my  spirit  ?  draws  my  breath  ? 

Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears ! 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes !  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings !  I  mount !  I  fly ! 
O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death !  Where  is  thy  sting  ? 


HYMN  235.    L.  M. 

OMAY  I  worthy  prove  to  see, 
The  saints  in  full  prosperity  ; 
To  see  the  bright,  the  glittering  bride, 
Close  seated  by  her  Saviour's  side. 


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2  I  'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly  ; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 

3  I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death ; 

1  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

4  Farewell,  vain  world,  I  'm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come ; 
Kind  angels  beckon  me  away : 
To  sing  his  praise  in  endless  day. 

5  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

6  There  I  shall  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  "bright  abode  ; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

HYMN  236.    C.  M. 

IN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saints, 
When  yielding  up  their  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  their  fetters  breaks — 
We  scarce  can  say,  "  They  're  gone  !" 

Before  trie  w;lling  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 
To  (trace  her  in  her  flight ; 

No  eye  can  pierce  without  the  veil 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 


256  SWEET    SINGER 

4  Thus  much,  and  this  is  all  we  know, 
They  are  completely  blest ; 

Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 
His  face  thev  always  view : 

Then  let  us  follow'rs  be  of  them, 
That  we  may  praise  him  too. 

6  Their  faith  and  patience,  love  and  zeal, 
Should  make  their  mem'ry  dear ; 

And,  Lord,  do  thou  their  prayers  fulfil, 
They  offered  for  us  here. 

7  While  they  have  gain'd,  we  losers  are, 
We  miss  them  day  by  day ; 

But  thou  canst  every  breach  repair, 
And  wipe  our  tears  away. 

8  We  pray  as  in  Elisha's  case, 
When  great  Elijah  went — 

May  double  portions  of  thy  grace 
To  us  who  stay  be  sent. 

HYMN  237.    C.  M. 

DEATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid, 
If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 
If  my  Creator  bid  ; 

And  run  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top, 
And  view  the  promised  land, 

My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 


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4  Clasp'd  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  lite  among  the  charms 

Of  so  divine  a  death. 


HYMN  238.    P.  M. 

THE  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near- 
The  angels  all  with  their  sharp  sickles  ap- 
pear, 
To  reap  down  the  wheat,  and  gather  it  in  barns ; 
While  the  wild  plants  of  nature  are  left  for  to 
burn. 

2  Come  then,  O  my  soul,  meditate  on  that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease  and  decay  ; 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  the  angels  appear, 
To  reap  down  the  earth,  both  the  wheat  and  the 

tare. 

3  Then  hear  the  sad  wailing  ascend  to  the  sky, 
Of  those  in  distress  that  have  no  where  to  fly ; 
On  the  rocks  and  the  mountains  they  anxiously  call, 
Their  souls  and  their  sins  to  o'erwhelm  by  their 

ML 

4  But  'twill  all  be  in  vain,  the  mountains  will 

flee, 
The  rocks  fly  like  hailstones,  and  shall  no  more  be ; 
The  earth  it  shall  shake — the  seas  shall  retire, 
And  the  works  of  creation  shall  all  be  on  fire. 

5  But  hear  the  great  Judge,  in  that  dread  alarm, 
Saying,  gather  my  saints,  bring  them  all  to  my 

arms, 
That  the  seven  last  plagues  may  be  pour'd  out  on 

those, 
Who  have  blasphemed  my  name,  and  my  saints 

who  oppose. 

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258  SWEET    SINGER 

6  Then,  O,  wretched  sinners,  look  up  and  espy 
The  glorious  Redeemer  descend  from  the  sky, 
In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  hound, 
With  a  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  around. 

7  Come  hither,  ye  nations,  your  sentence  receive, ' 
No  longer  my  spirit  shall  strive  and  be  grieved ; 
My  sentence  is  right,  my  judgment  is  just, 
Come  hither,  ye  blest,  but  depart  all  ye  curst. 

8  O  sinners,  take  warning,  and  seek  ye  the  Lord, 
I  have  not  been  jesting,  'tis  Jesus'  own  word, 
That  those  who  believe,  in  glory  shall  stand, 
While  all  unbelievers  are  sure  to  be  damn'd. 

9  Now  farewell,  I  leave  you  to  ponder  your  way, 
May  the  Lord  seal  instruction  from  what  I  now 

say; 
That  our  souls  to  God's  throne  may  be  pour'd  out 

in  pray'r, 
And  we  be  prepared  to  meet  Christ  in  the  air- 

HYMN  239.    P.  M. 

HARK  !  the  heralds  of  salvation ! 
Joyful  news  the  angels  bring : 
God  himself  in  earth  hath  enter'd, 
Jesus  is  the  new-born  King. 
Hail,  all  glory,  hail,  all  glory, 
Let  the  whole  creation  sing. 

2  Shepherds  start  from  midnight  slumber, 
See  the  glory  shining  round, 

Gazing  on  the  blaze  they  wonder, 
Till  they  're  prostrate  on  the  ground  : 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 
By  the  shepherds,  doth  resound. 

3  Fear  not,  shepherds,  saith  the  angel, 
Banish  sorrow  from  your  eyes  ; 


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For  in  Bethlehem's  coarse  rnanger, 
God,  a  spotless  infant,  lies : 
See  Jehovah !  see  Jehovah  ! 
Voil'd  in  clay  below  the  skies. 

4  Haste  away,  ye  eastern  sages, 
See !  the  star  proclaims  your  God  ; 

Fear  not  Herod,  though  he  rages, 
Sending  peals  of  death  abroad : 

Rachel  mourning,  Rachel  mourning, 
For  her  children  he  destroy'd. 

5  Sinners  rage,  each  saint  rejoices, 
At  the  great  Redeemer's  birth, 

Angels  join  their  cheerful  voices, 
"Good  will  to  men,  and  peace  on  earth!' 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 
Glory  in  the  Saviour's  birth. 

6  Let  all  people  have  salvation, 
Saith  the  heralds  from  above  ; 

Sound  his  name  through  every  nation, 
Teach  the  world  redeeming  love  ; 
Go,  ye  heralds !  go,  ye  heralds ! 
Spread  his  name  where'er  ye  rove. 

7  Jesus,  spread  thy  gospel  glory, 
Save  poor  dying  souls  from  hell ; 

Let  all  nations'  bow  before  thee, 

Love  thy  name,  and  with  thee  dwell : 
Haste,  ye  heralds!  haste,  ye  heralds! 
Your  Redeemer's  name  to  tell. 

HYMN  240.    P.  M. 

FAITH  is  the  Christian's  prop, 
Whereon  his  sorrows  lean, 
It  is  "  the  substance  of  his  hope, 

His  proof  of  things  unseen." 
It  is  the  anchor  of  his  soul, 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roll. 


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2  Faith  is  the  polar  star, 

That  guides  the  Christian's  hark ; 
Directs  his  wand'ring  when  afar, 

To  reach  the  holy  ark  ; 
It  points  the  course  where'er  he  roam, 
And  safely  leads  the  pilgrim  home. 

3  Faith  is  the  rainbow's  form, 
Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven  ; 

The  glory  of  the  passing  storm, 
The  pledge  of  mercy  given. 
It  is  the  bright  triumphal  arch 
Through  which  the  saints  to  glory  march. 

4  Faith  is  the  mountain  rock, 
Whose  summit  towers  on  high  ; 

Secure  above  the  tempest's  shock, 

An  inmate  of  the  sky. 
Fix'd  on  a  prize  of  greater  worth, 
It  views  with  scorn  the  things  of  earth. 

5  The  faith  that  works  by  love, 
And  purifies  the  heart, 

A  foretaste  of  the  joys  above 

To  mortals  can  impart. 
The  Christian's  faith  is  simply  this: 
A  passport  to  immortal  bliss. 


HYMN  241.    P.M. 

DEDICATION  HYMN. 

SING  to  the  Lord  above, 
Who  deigns  on  earth  to  raise 
Temples,  where  boundless  love 
Demands  our  songs  of  praise. 
Upon  this  floor,  by  every  tongue, 
While  saints  adore,  his  name  be  sung. 


OF    ISRAEL.  261 

2  We  labour'd  not  in  vain, 
With  God  our  prayers  prevail'd, 

Mountains  were  made  a  plain, 

And  opposition  fail'd. 
The  head-stone  's  laid,  now  let  the  place 
Resound  with  shoutings  unto  grace. 

3  This  sacred  dome,  O  Lord, 
To  thee  we  dedicate, 

Thy  name  we  here  record, 
And  at  thine  altar  wait. 
O,  may  thv  love  our  hearts  inspire, 
Celestial  love  impart  the  fire. 

4  May  heaven's  high  arch  be  bow'd, 
O  glory  shine  around, 

As  when  the  sacred  cloud 

The  Jewish  temple  crown'd. 
With  saints  of  old  we  '11  bless  the  Lord, 
His  truth  unfold,  his  love  record. 

5  Here  may  the  Spirit's  sword 
The  sinner's  conscience  wound, 

And  here  the  cheering  word 

Of  God's  rich  grace  abound  : 
To  soothe  the  pensive  mourner's  grief, 
And  grant  the  burden'd  mind  relief. 

6  May  saints  with  joy  report, 
Who  in  his  temple  "wait, 

This  is  Jehovah's  court, 

'T  is  heaven's  expanding  gate. 
May  bliss  divine  from  Zion  roll, 
And  love  benign  fill  every  soul. 

7  Then  when  the  Judge  commands, 
Our  souls  shall  soar  away 

From  temples  made  with  hands 

To  that  in  endless  dav. 
We  '11  join  our  lays  with  angels  bright, 
To  sing  his  praise  in  worlds  of  light. 


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HYMN  242.    P.  M. 

DANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show, 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal, 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day,  and  conquer  all. 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness, 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James's  faith  by  works  reveal  ; 
Like  young  Timothy  may  I 
Everj7  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know, 
Samuel's  call,  O  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share  ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallow 'd  fire 

All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditating  heart, 
Abraham's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 

5  Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue, 
That  example  Jesus  drew  ; 
By  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  lived  and  walk'd  below, 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restored, 
Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 

6  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasting  lamps  are  dead, 


OF    ISRAEL.  2G3 

When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Youth  and  lame  and  power  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

HYMN  243.    C.  M. 

OTHAT  I  had  a  faithful  friend, 
To  tell  my  secrets  to, 
On  whose  advice  I  might  depend, 
In  every  thing  I  do. 

2  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down, 
And  no  one  pities  me  ! 

I  seem  a  stranger  quite  unknown, 
A  son  of  misery  ! 

3  None  lends  an  ear  to  my  complaint, 
Nor  minds  my  cries  nor  tears  ; 

None  comes  to  cheer  me  though  I  faint, 
Nor  my  vast  burden  bears. 

4  Whilst  others  live  in  mirth  and  ease, 
And  feel  no  want  or  woe, 

Through  this  waste  howling  wilderness, 
I  full  of  sorrows  go. 

5  O  faithless  soul,  to  reason  thus, 
And  murmur  without  end  ! 

Did  Christ  expire  upon  the  cross  ? 
And  is  he  not  thy  friend  ? 

6  Why  dost  thou  envy  carnal  men, 
And  think  their  state  so  blest  ? 

How  great  salvation  hast  thou  seen, 
And  Jesus  is  thy  rest ! 

7  What  can  this  lower  world  afford, 
Compared  with  gospel  grace  ? 

Thy  happiness  is  in  the  Lord, 
And  thou  shalt  see  his  face .' 


264  SWEET    SINGER 

8  Can  present  grief  be  counted  great, 
Compared  with  future  woes  ? 

Will  transient  pleasure  seem  so  sweet, 
Compared  with  endless  joys  \ 

9  How  soon  will  God  withdraw  the  scene. 
And  burn  the  world  he  made  ! 

Then  woe  to  sinful  camal  men  ! 
My  soul,  lift  up  thy  head. 

10  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  friend, 
Constant  and  true  and  good  ; 

He  will  be  wilh  thee  to  the  end, 
And  bring  thee  safe  to  God. 

11  Then  why,  my  soul,  art  thou  so  sad  =' 
When  will  thy  sighs  be  o'er  ? 

Rejoice  in  Jesus,  and  be  glad, 
Rejoice  for  evermore. 


I 


HYMN  244.    P.  M. 
N  the  floods  of  tribulation, 


While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 
Jesus  whispers  consolation, 
And  supports  my  fainting  soul ; 

Sweet  affliction, 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  soul. 

2  Thus  the  lion  yields  me  honey, 
From  the  eater  food  is  given  ; 

Strengthen'd  thus  I  still  press  forward, 
Singing  as  I  wade  to  heaven, 

Sweet  affliction, 
And  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

3  So,  in  darkest  dispensations, 
Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear 

With  his  richest  consolations, 
To  re-animate  and  cheer : 

Sweet  affliction. 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 


OF    ISRAEL.  265 

4  Floods  of  tribulation  heighten ; 
Billows  still  around  me  roar ; 

Those  who  know  not  Christ  they  frighten, 
But  my  soul  defies  their  power : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 

5  In  the  sacred  page  recorded, 
Thus  his  word  securely  stands ; 

"  Fear  not ;  I  'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 
Nought  shall  pluck  thee  from  my  hands." 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  word  my  love  demands. 

6  All  I  meet  I  find  assists  me 
In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy, 

Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me, 
Trials  never  more  annoy  ; 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  promise  gives  me  joy. 

7  Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 
Still  the  path  I  '11  ne'er  forget, 

But  exulting  cry,  it  led  me 
To  my  blessed  Saviour's  feet : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Which  has  brought  me  to  his  feet 

HYMN  245.    P.  M. 

DEAREST  Jesus,  though  unseen, 
My  believing  heart  will  love  thee, 
Poor  despised  Nazarene  ; 

A  kind  and  constant  friend  I  prove  thee: 
Sinking  in  thy  balmy  blood, 
O  how  I  love  my  Saviour  God ! 
2  Day  and  night  I  vent  my  sighs, 

Languishing  ro  see  my  Saviour, 
With  warm  heart  and  streaming  eyes, 

I  view  my  dying  Lord  forever : 


266  SWEET    SINGER 

Here  I  always  would  abide : 
O  nothing  may  I  know  beside. 

3  Like  the  widow'd  turtle-dove, 

I,  most  lovely  Lamb,  adore  thee : 
Pants  my  soul  quite  fill'd  with  love, 

Sinking,  O  my  God,  restore  me 
To  thy  presence  sweet  and  free — 
O  how  I  long  to  be  with  thee ! 

4  Every  mountain  seems  an  age, 
Till  thy  presence  shall  relieve  me, 

And  thy  grace  my  woes  assuage, 

And  thy  absence  no  more  grieve  me  : 
Quickly,  quickly,  Jesus  come, 
O  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home. 

5  O'er  the  hills  I  see  him  come — 
Quick  as  darts  the  piercing  lightning, 

Scatters  all  my  guilt  and  gloom  ; 

All  my  powers  are  quick  and  brightening: 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb, 
O  how  thy  presence  feeds  my  flame. 

HYMN  246.    P.  M. 

?"|^TID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
±»-a.     plaints, 
How    sweet    to    my  soul    is    communion    with 

saints! 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there  's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace, 
And  their  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease, 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 


or  Israel.  267 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free  ; 
Which  hinders  ray  joy  and  communion  with  thee: 
Though   now  my  temptations  like  billows  may- 
foam. 

All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I  'm  with  thee  at 
home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day, 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  densest,  O  give  me  thy  grace ! 
The  spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face  : 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  hnd  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

And  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at  Home. 

HYMN  247.    P.  M. 

THE  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of 
his  ire ; 

Self-moving,  it  drives  on  its  path- way  of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burthen  of  Godhead 
are  bow'd. 

2  The  glory !  the  glory !  around  him  are  pour'd, 
he  myriads  of  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord ; 

And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martvrs  are  there, 
And  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory  wear. 

3  The  trumpet  !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all 
heard  ; 

Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  monuments 

stirr'd  ! 
From  ocean  and  earth,  from  the  south  pole  and 

north, 
Lo,  the  vast  generations  of  ages  come  forth ! 


268  SWEET    SINGER 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  an 

all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  arc 

met: 
All  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  Oh  mercy!  oh  mercy!  look  down  from  above, 
Redeemer,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love  ; 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven 


HYMN  248.    P.  M. 

FOR  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  mv  God  and  my 
King? 
For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude  bring  ? 
Shall  I  praise  thee  for  pleasure,  for  health  and  foi 

ease, 
For  the  spring  of  delight  and  the  sunshine  of 
peace  ? 

2  Shall  I  praise  thee  for  flowers  that  bloom'd  on 

my  breast, 
For  joys  in  perspective,  and  pleasures  possess'd  ? 
For  the  spirits  that  heigh ten'd  my  days  of  delight, 
And  the  slumbers  that  sat  on  my  pillow  by  night  ? 

3  For  this  should  T  praise  thee  !  but,  if  only  for  this, 
I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of  bliss: 

I  thank  thee  for  sickness,  for  sorrow,  for  care, 
For  the  thorns  I  have  gather'd,  the  anguish  I  bear: 

4  For  nights  of  anxiety,  watchings,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pain,  a  perspective  of  fears ; 

I  praise  thee,  I  bless  thee,  my  King  and  my  God, 
For  the  good  and  the  evil  thy  hand  hath  bestow'd. 


OF    ISRAEL.  269 

5  The  flowers  were  sweet,  but  their  fragrance  is 

flown, 
They  yielded  no  fruits,  they  are  wither' d  and  gone, 
The  thorn  it  was  poignantbut  precious  to  me, 
T  was  the  message  of  mercy, — it  led  me  to  thee. 

HYMN  249.    P.  M. 

LORD,  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  tnee, 
Thou  our  joy  and  portion  art : 
Day  and  night  we  plead  before  thee — 
Answer,  Lord — thy  grace  impart, 
Send  thy  Spirit, 
Pierce,  0  pierce  the  stubborn  heart. 

2  Ah  !  dear  Lord,  they  're  bound  for  ruin, 
Hast'ning  down  to  endless  woe : 

While  their  danger  we  are  viewing, 
Streams  of  briny  sorrow  flow, 

Lord,  alarm  them, 
Or  to  ruin  they  must  go ! 

3  See,  dear  Lord,  our  near  connexions, 
Dear  companions  all  around, 

Brothers,  sisters,  children,  parents, 
Down  to  desperation  bound. 

Jesus,  save  them. 
Let  the  lost  again  be  found. 

4  Prayers  and  tears,  alas!  we  've  vented  : 
Shall  we  weep  and  pray  in  vain  ? 

Yet,  alas !  they  seem  contented ! 

Nought  but  scoffs  and  frowns  we  gain. 

Jesus,  save  them, 
Save  them,  Lord,  from  endless  pain. 

5  Death,  it  may  be,  now  is  near  them, 
Soon  they'll  feel  his  cold  embrace: 

Gracious  Heaven,  shall  we  hear  them 
Mourn  thy  long  rejected  grace  ? 

Lord,  constrain  them 
Now  to  seek  a  Saviour's  face. 


270 


SWEET    SINGER 


6  Lord,  we  view  the  separation 
At  thy  great  tremendous  bar; 

Mourning,  weeping,  lamentation, 
Must  be  their  employment  there. 

Must  we  see  them 
Stand  their  awful  doom  to  hear  ? 

7  Must  we  there  be  separated, 
Never-never  more  to  meet  ? 

Mournful  scene,  long  contemplated ! 
Lord,  and  is  there  mercy  yet  ? 

Lay  them  prostrate, 
Precious  Jesus,  at  thy  feet. 

8  Lord,  display  thy  matchless  power, 
Pierce  their  stubborn  hearts  of  stone 

Make  them  dread  that  awful  hour- 
Bow  them,  Lord,  before  thy  throne. 

Save  them  Jesus, 
Save  them,  save  them  for  thine  own. 

HYMN  250.    P.  M. 

WHEN  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 
Her  loving  Lord  and  Saviour, 
'T  was  early  as  the  morning  broke, 

With  tears  to  gain  his  favour ; 
The  guardian  soldiers  wait  around, 

The  tomb  that  held  the  body ; 
Of  him  whom  she  thought  under  ground, 
With  wicked  hands  all  bloody. 

2  But  how  her  mournful  heart  was  torn, 

To  find  the  grave  was  empty ! 
In  solemn  silence  she  did  mourn, 

While  onward  she  did  venture  : 
Two  Angels  in  bright  raiment  shone, 

To  anticipate  her  sorrow ; 
And  say  why  does  this  creature  moan, 

And  why  this  gloomy  horror  ? 


OF    ISRAEL.  271 

3  Why  weep  ye  Mary,  they  did  say, 
Why  are  you  thus  in  mourning  ? 

Because  they  've  ta'en  my  Lord  away, 
Whom  I  thought  to  've  seen  this  morning. 

1  '11  sigh  and  weep,  poor  Mary  said, 

Till  I  know  where  they've'laid  him ! 
Then  quickly  turning  round  her  head, 
Began  for  to  upbraid  them. 

4  As  Jesus  by  her  stood  unknown, 
She  thought  he  was  the  gard'ner : 

In  flowing  tears  she  made  her  moan, 
Not  knowing  'twas  her  pard'ner: 

Come  tell  me  where  you  've  laid  my  Lord, 
Exclaim'd  poor  weeping  Mary; 

Some  comfort  to  my  mind  afford, 
So  much  oppress'd  and  wearied. 

5  O  weeping  Mary!  said  the  man; — 
She  then  perceived  her  Saviour  ; 

And  to  his  feet  she  weeping  ran, 

Not  fearing  harm  or  danger. 
And  now  like  Mary  let  us  go, 

And  kiss  the  feet  of  Jesus, 
He  '11  banish  all  our  grief  and  woe, 

From  sorrow  he  '11  relieve  us. 

HYMN  251.    P.  M. 

WHEN  toss'd  on  error's  stormy  tide, 
From  doubt  to  darkness  driven, 
'Twas  thine  my  wandering  thoughts  to  guide, 
And  bid  the  world  no  more  divide 
My  erring  heart  from  heaven. 

2  As  more  to  fancy's  wildering  song, 
That  heart's  applause  was  given; 

To  charm  it  from  the  joyless  throng, 
Thy  warning  seem'd  to  breathe  along, 
The  holy  lyre  of  heaven. 


272  SWEET    SINGER 

3  But  though  the  warning  voice  was  sweet, 
As  the  last  sigh  of  even, 

My  soul  within  its  dark  retreat 
Reluctant  shrunk,  and  fear'd  to  meet 
A  messenger  from  heaven. 

4  Yet  soon  the  chain  that  bound  my  soul, 
By  mercy's  hand  was  riven  ; 

I  saw  the  clouds  asunder  roll, 
And  truth,  unerring  as  the  pole, 
Allured  me  back  to  heaven. 

5  My  grateful  heart  must  ever  giow, 
While  life  and  strength  are  given, 

With  feelings  those  alone  can  know. 
Whom  thou  hast  led  to  seek  below, 
The  blissful  hope  of  heaven. 


HYMN  252.    P.  M. 

WHEN  pulse  beats  low,  and  cheeks  grow  pale. 
And  storms  of  life  are  fiercely  driven  ; 
When  fairest  prospects  quickly  fail, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven  ! 

2  When  friends  that  seem'd  most  near  and  dear 
Are  from  our  bosoms  swiftly  riven, 

And  life's  bright  joys  in  gloom  appear, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven  ! 

3  When  lone  and  wand 'ring  far  from  home, 
No  kind  relief  to  us  is  given, 

O,  what  would  then  of  us  become, 
If  we  had  not  a  hope  in  heaven  ? 

4  And  when  the  end  is  drawing  nigh, 

Of  life,  through  which  we  long  have  striven, 
And  we  at  last  must  droop  and  die, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven  ! 


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HYMN  253.    P.  M. 

MY  heart  and  my  tongue  shall  unite  in  the 
praise 
Of  Jesus  my  Saviour  for  mercy  and  grace  ; 
He  purchased  my  pardon  by  shedding  his  blood, 
And  bids  me  inherit  the  peace  of  my  God. 

2  My  lot  may  be  lowly,  my  parentage  mean, 
Yet  born  of  my  God  there  are  glories  unseen, 
Surpassing  all  joys  among  sinners  on  earth, 
Prepared  for  souls  of  a  heavenly  birth. 

3  Redeem'd  from  a  thousand  allurements  to  sin, 
I  find  in  my  cottage  my  heaven  begin  ; 

And  soon  shall  I  lay  all  my  poverty  by, 
Then  mansions  of  glory  for  ever  enjoy. 

4  By  the  sweat  of  my  brow  now  I  labour  for  bread, 
Yet  guarded  by  him,  not  an  evil  I  dread  ; 

And  while  I  'm  possess'd  of  all  riches  in  thee, 
My  poverty  comes  with  a  blessing  to  me. 

5  My  labouring  dress  I  shall  soon  lay  aside 

For  a  robe  bright  and  splendid,  a  dress  for  a  bride — 

A  bride  that  is  married  to  Jesus  the  Lamb, 

Shall  be  clad  in  the  robes  which  are  ever  the  same. 

5  If  my  fare  should  be  scant  while  I  travel  below, 
Yet  a  feast  that 's  elernal  shall  Jesus  bestow; 
No  sorrow,  no  sighing,  shall  ever  annoy 
The  heavenly  banquet  I  there  shall  enjoy. 

7  If  my  labouring  body  goes  weary  to  rest, 
Yet  saved  by  the  mercy  of  Jesus  I  'm  blest  : 
Fresh  strength  lor  my  labour  on  earth  he  bestows. 
And  above  1  shall  bask  in  eternal  repose. 
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274  SWEET    SINGER 


HYMN  254.    P.  M. 

OLORD,  how  great 's  the  favour, 
That  we,  such  sinners  poor, 
.    Can,  through  thy  death's  sweet  savour, 
Approach  thy  mercy's  door, 
And  find  an  open  passage 

Unto  the  throne  of  grace, 

There  wait  the  welcome  mes 

Which  bids  us  go  in  peace 

2  Lord,  we  are  helpless  creatures, 
Full  of  the  deepest  need, 

Throughout  defiled  by  nature, 

Stupid  and  inly  dead ; 
Our  strength  is  perfect  weakness, 

And  all  we  have  is  sin  ; 
Our  hearts  are  all  uncleanness, 

A  den  of  thieves  within. 

3  In  this  forlorn  condition, 
Who  shall  afford  us  aid  ? 

Where  shall  we  find  compassion, 
But  in  the  church's  head? 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  pity, 
Oh!  take  us  to  thine  arms, 

And  exercise  thy  mercy, 
To  save  us  from  all  harms. 

4  We'll  never  cease  repeating 
Our  numberless  complaints, 

But  ever  be  entreating 
The  glorious  King  of  saints ; 

Till  we  attain  the  image 
Of  him  we  inly  love, 

And  pay  our  grateful  homage 
With  all  the  saints  above. 


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5  Then  we,  with  all  in  glory, 

Shall  thankfully  relate 
Th'  amazing,  pleasing  story, 

Of  Jesu's  love  so  great : 
In  this  blest  contemplation, 

We  shall  for  ever  dwell, 
And  prove  such  consolation 

As  none  below  can  tell. 

HYMN  255.    P.  M. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness, 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  Day-star  of  glad- 
ness ; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 
And  seatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier  far: 
They  fled  like  the  charF  from   the  scourge  that 
pursued  them : 
How  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 
of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion !  the  power  that  hath  saved 

thee, 
Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  shall  be  : 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd  thee, 
The  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is  free. 

HYMN  256.     P.  M. 

IF  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not  thy 
heart, 
Lest  the  gift  ensnare  thee  from  thy  God  to  part  ; 
His  favour  seek,  his  praises  speak, 
Fix  here  thy  hope's  foundation  ; 


276  SWEET    SINGER 

Serve  him,  and  he  will  ever  be 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

2  If  distress  befal  thee,  painful  though  it  be, 
Let  not  grief  appal  thee ;  to  thy  Saviour  flee  ; 

He,  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will  hear, 

And  calm  thy  perturbation  : 
The  waves  of  woe  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

3  When  earth's  prospects  fail  thee,  let  it  not  dis- 

tress, 
Better  comforts  wait  thee  ;  Christ  will  freely  bless 
To  Jesus  flee,  thy  prop  he  '11  be, 

Thy  heavenly  consolation  : 
For  grie£  below  cannot  o'erthrow 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

4  Dangers  may  approach  thee,  let  them  not  alarm, 
Christ  will  ever  watch   thee,   and    protect  from 

harm, 
He  near  thee  stands  with  mighty  hands, 

To  ward  off  each  temptation  : 
To  Jesus  fly,  he  's  ever  nigh, 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

5  Let  not  death  alarm  thee,  shrink  not  from  his 

blow, 
For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee,  and  victory  bestow, 
For  death  shall  bring  to  thee  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  desolation  : 
'T  is  gain  to  die  with  Jesus  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

HYMN  257.    C.  M.  D. 

TO  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 
With  glory  in  his  view , 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 
And  bids  the  world  adieu ; 


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While  friends  are  weeping  all  around, 

And  loth  to  let  him  go; 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below ! 

2  Oh  Christians !  are  you  ready  now 
To  cross  the  swelling  flood  \ 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  your  smiling  God  : 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attract  mv  soul  above  ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 

3  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there  ; 

Although  wTe  tread  enchanted  ground 

Be  bold,  and  never  lear : 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  valiant  souls, 

(Your  Captain  is  in  view  :) 
And  when  I  gain  fair  Canaan's  land, 

I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 

4  Salvation  through  our  conqu'ring  King, 
Now  let  the  echo  fly  ; 

While  they  repeat  the  song  above, 

Through  armies  in  the  sky. 
Oh  Christians  !  help  me  prake  the  Lamb, 

Who  died  for  you  and  ma! 
We  '11  sing  his  praises  as  we  go, 

And  shout  eternally. 

5  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Until  we  meet  again, 

Perhaps  in  time,  or  as  we  rise 

Above  the  fiery  main ; 
We  '11  join  the  heavenly  armies  bright, 

In  presence  of  the  Lamb, 
And  tune  our  harps  and  sing  free  grace, 

In  love's  eternal  flame, 


278  SWEET    SINGER 

HYMN  258.    P.  M. 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 
me, 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet 
me, 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepar'd  for  the  blest ; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 

1  'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 

And  range  with  delight  thro'  the  Eden  of  Love. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tun'd  celestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 

The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terres- 
trial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise  : 
The  song  of  redemption  shall  echo  thro'  heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  to  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honour,  all  might  and  dominion, 

Who  brought  us  thro'  gracetto  the  Eden  of  Love. 

3  Hail !  blessed  estate  !  Hail  ye  songsters  of  glory ! 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I  '11  meet  you  above ! 

And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

"  Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus's  love." 
Though  prison'd  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me  when  freed  from  probation : 
My  heart 's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


HYMN  259.    P.  M. 

I  LOVE  my  blessed  Saviour, 
I  feel  I  'm  in  his  favour, 
And  1  am  his  forever, 
If  I  but  faithful  prove  ; 


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And  now  I  'm  bound  for  Canaan, 

1  feel  my  sins  forgiv'n, 
And  soon  shall  get  to  heaven, 

To  sing  of  his  love. 

2  Poor  sinners  may  deride  me, 
And  unbelievers  chide  me, 
But  nothing  shall  divide  me 

From  Jesus  my  friend  : 
Supported  by  his  power, 
I  long  to  see  the  hour, 
That  bids  my  spirit  tower, 

And  all  my  troubles  end. 

3  The  pleasing  time  is  hast'ning, 
My  tott'ring  frame  is  wasting, 
While  I  'm  engaged  in  praising, 

Impelled  by  his  love. 
When  yonder  shining  orders, 
Who  sing  on  Canaan's  borders, 
Shall  bear  me  to  their  Lord,  there 

To  praise  him  above. 

4  My  thirsty  soul  is  panting, 
My  body  almost  fainting, 

While  praise  and  pray'r  are  venting, 

From  my  feeble  tongue. 
How  ardent  my  desire ! 
Lord  Jesus,  raise  me  higher, 
To  join  the  holy  choir,   ' 

In  that  immortal  song. 

5  Farewell,  I  'm  bound  for  glory, 
How  pleasing  is  the  story  ! 
Those  shining  worlds  before  me, 

Invite  me  to  be  gone. 
Had  I  angels'  pinions, 
I  'd  range  the  bright  dominions, 
And  join  the  shining  millions, 

Who  're  shouting  round  the  throne. 


SWEET    SINGER 

6  The  pleasing  smile  of  Jesus, 
The  rapturous  sound  increases, 
And  tunes  the  heavenly  voices, 

Throughout  the  ethereal  plains. 
My  flesh  and  spirit  lading, 
My  soul  in  transports  "hading, 
Bright  seraphs  in  their  dwelling, 

1  sing  immortal  strains. 


HYMN  260.    P.  M. 

JESUS,  while  hs  dwelt  below, 
As  divine  historians  say, 
To  a  place  would  often  go; 

Near  to  Kedron's  brook,  it  lay; 
In  this  place  he  loved  to  be, 
And  't  was  named  Gelhsernane. 

2  Full  of  love  to  man's  lost  race, 
On  this  conflict  much  he  thought: 

This  he  knew,  the  destined  place, 
And  he  loved  the  sacred  spot. 

Therefore  't  was  he  liked  to  be 

Often  in  Gethsemane. 


3  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night; 
Vengeance  with  its  iron  rod 

Stood,  and  wilh  collected  might 
Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God. 

See,  my  soul,  thy  Saviour  see, 
Grovelling  in  Gelhsernane. 

4  There  my  Saviour  bore  my  guilt  ; 
This  through  grace  can  be  believed ; 

But  the  horrors  which  he  felt, 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 


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5  Sins  against  a  holy  God, 

Sins  against  his  righteous  laws — 
Sins  against  his  love,  his  blood — 

Sins  against  his  name  and  cause — 
Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea, 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane. 

6  Saviour,  all  the  stone  remove 
From  my  flinty,  frozen  heart ; 

Thaw  it  with  the  beams  of  love — 
Pierce  it  with  a  blood-dipt  dart: 
Wound  the  heart  that  wounded  thee ; 
Melt  me  in  Gethsemane. 


HYMN  261.    P.  M. 

SEE  how  the  Scriptures  are  fulfilling  ; 
Poor  sinners  are  returning  home  : 
The  time  that  prophets  were  foretelling, 
With  signs  and  wonders  now  is  come: 
The  gospel  trumpets  now  are  blowing 
From  sea  to  sea,  from  land  to  land ; 
God's  Holy  Spirit  is  down  pouring, 

And  Christians  joining  heart  and  hand. 

2  Ten  thousand  fall  before  Jehovah, 
For  mercy — mercy ! — loud  they  cry ; 

They  rise,  all  shouting  "hallelujah! 

And  "  glory  be  to  God  on  high  :" 
But  many  cry,  "  It 's  all  disorder," 

And  disbelieve  God's  holy  word; 
Yet  Christians  sing  and  shout  the  louder, 

"  All  glory,  glory  to  the  Lord  " 

3  Oh,  sinners !  hear  our  invitation! 
You  are  but  feeble,  dying  worms; 

Oh,  fly  to  Jesus  for  salvation, 

Or  you  must  meet  God's  awful  storms  : 


282  SWEET    SIXGER 

We  warn  you  in  the  name  of  Jesus, 
The  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead  ; 

But  if  you  still  refuse  to  hear  us, 
Your  blood  shall  be  upon  your  head. 

4  Now  God  is  calling  every  nation, 
The  bond  and  free,  the  rich  and  poor; 

These  are  the  days  of  visitation  ; 

Sweet  gospel  grace  will  soon  be  o'er : 
The  Lord  shall  come,  all  clothed  in  thunder, 

And  lightning  streaming  from  his  eye  ; 
Oh !  then  he  '11  cut  his  foes  asunder, 

And  cast  them  where  the  damned  lie. 

5  The  sun  affrighted  from  his  centre, 
Sinks  into  everlasting  night; 

The  stars  to  shine  now  dare  not  venture, 
The  moon  in  crimson  veils  her  light : 

The  sea  and  land  together  burning, 
The  flames  ascend  the  melting  skies ; 

All  nature  now  to  nought 's  returning! 
"  Time  is  no  more  !"  the  angel  cries. 

6  Now  Zion,  clothed  in  brilliant  glory, 
Marches  towards  the  dazzling  throne  ; 

Oh,  hearken  to  the  pleasant  story ; — 

When  Christ  his  charming  bride  shall  own 

With  smiling  looks  of  approbation, 
He  takes  her  to  his  loving  arms, 

And  she  is  fill'd  with  transportation, 
Dissolved  in  his  heavenly  charms. 

HYMN  262.     P.  M. 

AN  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wander'd  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures  to 
trace ; 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  Saviour !  direct  me  to  heaven  my  home. 


OF    ISRAEL.  283 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay : 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms  ! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,"  I  '11  go  to  his  arms  ; 

At  the  banquet  of  Mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room, 
O,  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home  i 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven  my  home ! 

4  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies,  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  ]  view; 

I  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home ! 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my  throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  for  ever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home. 

6  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more, 
There  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at  home. 

HYMN  263.    P.  M. 

WHEN   by  sin  overwhelm'd,  shame  covers 
our  face, 
We  look  unto  Jesus,  who  saves  us  by  grace ; 


284  SWEET    SINGER 

We  call  on  his  name  from  the  gulf  of  despair, 
And  he  plucks  us  from  hell  in  answer  to  prayer: 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  feeble,  there  's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2  When  trials  afflict  us,  and  sorrows  o'erflow, 
When  patience  is  weary,  or  sunk  into  woe, 
If  to  him  we  look,  on  him  cast  our  care, 

We  find  certain  relief,  in  answer  to  prayer : 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer, 
In  all  our  distresses,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

3  When  God  we  approach  through  the  Son  of  his 

love, 
Both  his  mercy  and  truth  we  know  we  shall  prove ; 
For  our  comfort  and  peace  his  arm  is  made  bare, 
And  his  grace  we  receive  in  answer  to  prayer: 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there 's  nothing  like  prayer. 

4  Holy  Spirit  of  truth, — 'tis  thine  to  inspire 
The  faith  that,  enkindles  the  spark  of  desire! 
Which  cleanses  the  heart,  and  perfumes  all  the  air, 
With  the  odour  of  incense,  ascending  from  prayer: 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer. 
In  all  acts  of  devotion,  there 's  nothing  like  prayer ! 

5  When  sickness  assails,  and  to  death  we  draw 

near, 
We  '11  face  the  grim  monster  divested  of  fear, 
In  Jesus's  love,  we  shall  have  a  full  share, 
While   the  flame  is  kept  bright  in  answer  to 

prayer ; 
Prayer,  sweet  prayer, 
Both  in   life  and  in  death  there 's  nothing  like 

prayer! 


OF    ISRAEL.  285 


HYMN  264.    P.  M. 

HOW  sad  are  the  moments  when  wandering 
from  God, 
And  thorny  and  dark  is  the  dangerous  road! 
But  light  is  the  pathway  which  leads  to  the  tomb. 
When  cheer'd  by  the  presence  of  Jesus  my  home. 
Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet,  home, 
When   cheer'd   by  the  presence  of  Jesus  my 
home. 

2  Though  fading  are  joys  which  earth  can  bestow, 
And  false  is  the  light  which  illumes  us  below, 
Though  sorrows,  like  clouds,  hang  around  us  in 

gloom, 

The  beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way  home. 
Home  !  home !  sweet,  sweet,  home, 
The   beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way 
home. 

3  When  the  tempest  of  life  has  sunk  into  repose, 
And  death  shall  the  beauties  of  heaven  disclose, 
With  all  the  redeem'd,  I  o'er  it  will  roam, 

And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus  my  home. 
Home !  home !  sweet,  sweet,  home, 
And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus  my  home. 


HYMN  265.    P.  M. 

FAREWELL  HYMN. 

FARE  ye  well,  ye  favourite  few, 
I  must  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
But  the  Lord  is  with  you  still, 
Fear  you  not,  but  fare  you  well. 

2  Fare  ye  well,  ye  little  flock, 
Whom  the  world  revile  and  mock; 
Keep  the  way  to  endless  bliss, 
Then  you  cannot  fare  amiss. 


286  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Fare  ye  well,  my  Lord's  elect, 
Trials  you  must  all  expect  ; 

From  the  world,  the  flesh,  and  hell, 
But  the  faithful  shall  fare  well. 

4  Fare  ye  well,  ye  saints  of  God, 
Washd  and  cleansed  in  Jesus'  blood  : 
Strive  in  goodness  to  excel. 

Live  to  God,  and  you  '11  fare  well. 

5  Fare  ye  well,  ye  pious  band, 
March  ye  on  for  Canaan's  land, 
Tread  on  all  the  powers  of  hell, 
March  in  faith,  and  you  '11  fare  well. 

6  Fare  ye  well,  brave  soldiers  dear, 
Crowns  of  life  you  all  may  wear : 
Christ  will  all  your  foes  repel, 
Fight  in  faith,  and  you  '11  fare  well. 

7  Ye  who  taste  a  Saviour's  love, 
Feel  his  drawings  lrom  above, 
Still  endeavour  to  excel, 

And  you  '11  finally  fare  well. 

8  Fare  ye  well,  poor  sinners,  too, 
Jesus  Christ  still  waits  for  you ; 
Now  repent,  and  'scape  from  hell, 
Flee  to  Christ,  and  you  '11  fare  well. 

9  Feeble  souls,  with  fears  opprest, 
Jesus  bears  you  on  his  breast ; 

He  will  all  your  foes  dispel, 
Fear  ye  not,  but  fare  ye  well. 

10  When  a  few  more  storms  are  o'er, 
We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet,  with  Jesus  Christ,  to  dwell 

In  a  world  where  all  fare  well. 


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HYMN  266.    C.  M. 

?nn  IS  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope, 
JL    Tha't,  when  my  change  shall  come, 

Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

2  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 
Behold  him  and  adore ; 

Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Soon,  too,  my  slumb'ring  dust  shall  hear 
The  trumpet's  quick'ning  sound  ; 

And,  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

4  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 
Weak  as  it  is  below, 

What  raptures  must  the  church  above, 
In  Jesus'  presence,  know  ! 

5  O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 
For  ever  with  me  stay, 

Till,  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd, 
My  spirit  fiies  away  ! 

HYMN  267.    P.M. 

O  JOYFUL  thought !  O  rapturous  words ! 
His  praises  let  us  sing, 
Whose  true  and  faithful  word  declares, 
That  Jesus  shall  be  king. 

2  What  though  the  enemies  should  rise, 
And  hosts  of  agents  bring  ! 

Thy  word  our  fainting  thought  renews, 
Our  Saviour  shall  be  king. 

3  The  heathen  shall  destroy  their  gods, 
And  Jesus'  praise  shall  ring,       « 

Throughout  a  world  which  one  despised, 
But  then  shall  hail  him  king. 


288  SWEET    SINGEK 

4  And  He  who  once  on  Calvary  groan'd, 
Of  death  once  felt  the  sling, 

Now  reigns  throughout  the  hosts  of  heaven, 
And  o'er  his  saints  a  king. 

5  Soon  will  he  come,  and  all  shall  bow, 
And  all  shall  tribute  bring — 

Soon  the  redeem'd  on  earth  shall  soar 
To  heaven,  where  Christ  is  kins:. 


HYMN  208.    P.  M. 

CHILD  of  prosperity, 
Nursling  of  vanity, 
Slave  of  preferment,  ot  wealth  and  renown, 
Does  love  smooth  thy  pillow, 
Is  hush'd  each  rude  billow 
Of  care  in  thy  breast?  is  thy  wretchedness  flown? 

2  Is  smiling  contentment 
Thy  constant  attendant, 

Does  happiness  place  her  green  wreaths  on  thy 
brow  ? 

And  joy  raise  thy  bosom, 

With  heart-felt  emotion, 
And  chase  from  thy  vision  each  prospect  of  woe  ? 

3  Ah,  no!  wealth  and  grandeur, 
And  titles  of  honour, 

Can  never  impart  a  sweet  calm  to  the  mind; 

All,  all  is  commotion, 

Their  pleasure  a  notion, 
They  leave  no  enjoyment  or  comfort  behind. 

4  Then  haste  to  the  mountain. 
Where  flow  from  its  fountain. 

The  streams  of  enjoyment,  unmingled  with  care ; 

The  Eden*>f  pleasure, 

A  permanent  treasure, 
The  harbour  of  rest,  for  no  billows  are  there. 


OF    ISRAEL.  289 

5  Your  peace,  like  a  river, 

For  ever  and  ever, 
Shall  glide  undisturb'd  in  its  channel  along, 

To  Ihat  blissful  region, 

Where  dove-eyed  religion 
Invites  you — O  haste  !  lor  she  beckons  you  on. 


HYMN  269.    P.  M. 

THE  Christians  of  old,  united  in  one, 
As  sheep  in  a  fold  were  never  alone ; 
As  birds  of  a  feather  all  flock'd  to  their  nest, 
And  shelter'd  together  in  Jesus's  breast. 

2  However  employ'd,  their  joy  was  the  same; 
They  never  were  cloy'd  in  hymning  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  sole  recreation  to  sing  of  his  praise, 
And  publish  salvation  by  Jesus's  grace. 

3  Small  learning  they  had,  and  wanted  no  more, 
Not  many  could  read,  but  all  could  adore  ; 

No  help  from  the  college  or  school  they  received, 
Content  with  his  knowledge  in  whom  they  believed. 

4  No  riches  had  they,  but  riches  of  grace ; 
No  fondness  for  play,  or  passion  for  praise ; 
No  moments  of  leisure  for  trifling  employs, 
Possess'd  of  the  treasure  in  God  to  rejoice. 

5  Men  in  their  own  eyes  were  children  again, 
And  children  were  wise  and  solid  as  men ; 
The  women  were  fearful  of  nothing  but  sin, 
Their  hearts  were  all  cheerful,  their  consciences 

clean. 

6  Wrapt  up  in  their  Lord,  his  service  and  love, 
They  lived  and  adored,  like  angels  above  ; 

To  keep  in  his  favour  their  lives  they  laid  down, 
And  now  with  their  Saviour  inherit  the  crown. 
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290  SWEET    SINGER 


HYMN  270.    C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  man,  threescore  and  ten, 
Upon  a  dying  bed ; 
He  's  run  his  race,  and  got  no  grace, 
An  awful  sight  indeed. 

2  Poor  man  !  he  lies  in  sore  surprise, 
And  thus  he  do4h  complain  ; 

No  grace  I've  got,  and  I  cannot 
Recall  my  time  again. 

3  This  is  the  truth,  I  've  spent  my  youth, 
In  sinful  sports  and  mirth ; 

Put  far  away  the  evil  day, 
And  scarcely  thought  on  death. 

4  My  conscience  then,  could  not  refrain, 
But  gave  me  many  a  check ; 

But  wilfully  I  put  him  by, 
His  voice  I  did  reject. 

5  God's  spirit  came,  once  and  again, 
To  me  from  realms  above ; 

Alas!  but  I  would  not  comply  ; 
I  grieved  the  heavenly  dove. 

6  In  middle  age,  T  did  engage 
In  the  affairs  of  life  ; 

Some  wealth  to  gain,  that  might  sustain 
My  children  and  my  wife. 

7  This  worldly  care,  did  prove  a  snare, 
The  devil  led  me  on  ; 

And  now,  ala?,  this  is  the  case, 
My  day  of  grace  is  gone. 


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8  My  sins  are  all,  both  great  and  small, 
Before  my  fixed  eye  ,• 

And  I  must  go  to  endless  woe, 
To  burn  eternally. 

9  O  dreadful  hell,  where  I  must  dwell, 
God's  vengeance  reigneth  there ; 

I  yield  my  breath  to  cruel  death, 
In  horror  and  despair. 

10  My  glass  is  run,  and  I  'm  undone, 
No  mercy  can  I  find  : 

And  instantly  the  man  doth  die, 
And  leave  no  hope  behind. 

11  An  awful  sight,  God  grant  it  might, 
A  warning  be  to  all, 

To  seek  God's  face  for  saving  grace, 
And  hearken  to  his  call. 


HYMN  271.    P.  M. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He  whose  words  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See !  the  streams  of  living  waters 

Springing  from  eternal  Jove, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 


292  SWEET    SIXGER 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 
See  the,  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 

For  a  glory  and  a  cov'ring, 
Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near ; 

Thus  deriving  from  their  banner- 
Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day ; 

Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 
Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 
Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood ! 

Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God : 

'T  is  his  love  his  people  raises 
Over  self  to  reign  as  kings ; 

And  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises, 
Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  name  : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 
■  All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 


HYMN  272.    P.  M. 

SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings ; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises, 

With  healing  in  his  wings  ; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 
To  cheer  it  after  rain. 


OF    ISRAEL. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 
We  sweetly  then  pursue 

The  theme  6t  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new  ; 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
E'en  let  th'  unknown  to-morrow, 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing 
But  he  will  bear  us  through : 

Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 
Will  clothe  his  people  too ; 

Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 
No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 

And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 
Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 
Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear, 

Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 
Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  : 

Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 

For,  while  in  him  confiding, 
I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


HYMN  273.    S.  M. 

THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 


294  SWEET   SINGER 

3  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  'm  free  from  every  fear ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade 
My  Shepherd 's  with  me  there. 

4  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 
Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

5  The  bounties  of  thy  love, 
Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

HYMN  274.    S.  M. 

SERVANT  of  God,  well  done! 
Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  ; 
The  battle 's  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  master's  joy. 

2  The  voice  at,  midnight  came, 
He  started  up  to  hear  ; 

A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame — 
He  fell— but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 
It  found  him  on  the  field, 

A  veteran  slumb'ring  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

4  His  sword  was  in  his  hand, 
Still  warm  with  recent  fight, 

Ready  that  moment,  at  command. 
Through  rock  and  steel  to  smite. 

5  It  was  a  two-edged  blade, 
Of  heavenly  temper  keen; 

I     And  double  were  the  wounds  it  made, 
Where'er  it  glanced  between. 


OF    ISRAEL.  295 

6  'T  was  death  to  sin — 't  was  life 
To  all  who  mourn'd  for  sin  ; 

It  kindled  and  it  silenced  strife, 
Made  war  and  peace  within. 

7  Oft  with  its  fiery  force 

His  arm  hath  quell'd  the  foe, 
And  laid,  resistless  in  his  course, 
The  alien  armies  low. 

8  Bent  on  such  glorious  toils, 
The  world  to  him  was  loss, 

Yet  all  his  trophies,  all  his  spoils, 
He  hung  upon  the  cross. 

9  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  i" 
He  woke — and  caught  his  Captain's  eye, 
Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer — 

10  His  spirit,  with  a  bound, 
Left  its  encumbering  clay ; 

His  tent,  at  sun-rise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darken 'd  ruin  lay. 

11  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 
Labour  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

12  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 
Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 

And  while  eternal  ages  ran, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

HYMN  275.    P.  M. 

WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 
This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 
Hymning  one  triumphant  song — 


296  SWEET   SINGEK 

"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 

Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain- 
New  dominion  every  hour  ? 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 
These  from  great  afflictions  came: 

JMow,  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Seal'd  with  his  almighty  name, 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 

T*^°Ugh  Aeir  dear  Redeemer's  might, 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 

Whom  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne, 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead: 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 
Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears, 

And  for  ever  from  their  eyes, 
God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

HYMN  276.    C.  M.  D. 

COJJE,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtain'd  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 

To  joy  celestial  rise  : 
Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone :  & 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 

In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 
2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him 

One  church  above,  beneath,  ' 
T  mu  gh  now  divide<*  by  the  stream, 

The  narrow  stream  of  death  • 
One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow;. 


OF    ISRAEL.  297 

Part  of  his  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  is  crossing  now. 

3  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 
This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die : 
His  mihtant,  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  Our  spirits,  too,  shall  quickly  join, 
Like  theirs,  with  glory  crown'd  ; 

And  shout  to  see  our  Captain's  sign, 

And  hear  his  trumpet  sound  : 
O  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  Guide ! 

O  that  the  word  were  given ! 
Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  waves  divide. 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven ! 


HYMN  277.    C.  M. 

OHOW  extensive  is  thy  grace, 
How  rich,  how  full,  how  free! 
The  needy  thou  delight'st  to  raise ; 
I  '11  tell  my  wants  to  thee. 

2  I  want  to  fear  thy  sacred  name, 
I  want  to  love  thee  more, 

I  want  to  feel  that  heavenly  flame, 
Which  I  have  felt  before. 

3  I  want  to  know  myself  aright, 
To  hear  what  Jesus  saith ; 

I  want  repentance  in  thy  sight, 
I  want  a  stronger  faith. 

4  I  want  to  have  my  soul  resign'd, 
Submissive  to  thy  will ; 


298  SWEET    SINGER 

I  want  a  meek,  an  humble  mind, 
I  want  my  wants  to  feel. 

5  I  want  a  chaste  and  single  eye : 
Thy  gracious  ear  incline  ; 

From  fulness  infinite  supply 
This  empty  soul  of  mine. 

6  Through  Jesus  let  these  blessings  flow; 
He  bought  them  with  his  blood  : 

Now  let  a  worthless  sinner  know, 
Thy  promises  made  good. 


HYMN  278.    C.  M. 

LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
It  has  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 
No  more  content  afford; 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 
The  stars  are  all  eonceal'd ; 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 
I  bid  them  all  depart: 

His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 

But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ! 


OF    ISRAEL.  299 

HYMN  279.    P.  M. 

SOXGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born, 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  will  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No; — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  the  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
Then  amidst  eternal  joy 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

HYMN  280.    C.  M. 

WHEN  on  the  margin  of -the  grave, 
Why  did  I  doubt  my  Saviour's  art  ? 
Ah !  why  mistrust  his  will  "to  save  ? 
What  meant  that  faltering  of  my  heart  ? 

2  'T  was  not  the  searching  pain  within, 
That  fill'd  my  coward  flesh  with  fear; 

Nor  consciousness  of  outward  sin, 
Nor  sense  of  dissolution  near. 


300  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Of  hope  I  felt  no  joyful  ground, 
The  fruit  of  righteousness  alone ; 

Naked  of  Christ  my  soul  I  found, 
And  started  froma  God  unknown. 

4  Corrupt  my  will,  nor  half  suhdued, 
Could  I  his  purer  presence  bear  ? 

Unchanged,  unhallow'd,  unrenew'd, 
Could  I  before  his  face  appear  ? 

5  Father  of  mercies,  hear  my  call ! 
Ere  yet  returns  the  fatal  hour, 

Repair  my  loss,  retrieve  my  fall, 

And  raise  me  by  thy  quick'ning  power. 

6  My  nature  re-exchange  for  thine  ; 
Be  thou  my  life,  my  hope,  my  gain ; 

Arm  me  in  panoply  divine. 
And  death  shall  shake  his  dart  in  vain. 

7  When  I  thy  promise  Christ  have  seen, 
And  clasped  Him  in  my  soul's  embrace, 

Possessed  of  my  salvation,  then — 
Then  let  me,  Lord,  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  281.    L.  M. 

CAN  we  believe  thy  precious  word, 
And  not  assemble  in  thy  name  ? 
Sure,  if  we  meet,  to  meet  our  Lord, 
And  catch  thy  whisper  *'  Here  I  am !" 

2  Where  two  or  three,  with  faithful  heart, 
Unite  to  plead  the  promise  given, 

*As  truly  in  the  midst  thou  art 

As  in  the  countless  hosts  of  heaven. 

HYMN  282.    C.  M. 

HOW  peaceful  is  the  closing  scene 
When  virtue  yields  its  breath ! 
How  sweetly  beams  the  smile  serene, 
Upon  the  "cheek  of  death ! 


OF    ISRAEL.  301 

2  The  Christian's  heart  no  fear  can  blight, 
No  pain  his  peace  destroy  : 

He  views,  beyond  the  realms  of  light, 
A  pure  and  boundless  joy. 

3  Oh,  who  can  gaze,  with  heedless  sight, 
On  scenes  so  fair  as  this  ? 

Who  but  exclaims — "  thus  let  me  die, 
And  be  my  end  like  his  ?" 


HYMN  283.    L.  M. 

A  FEW  more  days  preserve  me  here  ; 
And  when  from  earth  my  spirit  flies, 
O,  let  a  child  of  mine  be  near — 
A  child  of  God  to  close  mine  eyes. 

2  Before  its  strong  arrest  I  feel, 
Give  me  my  death's  approach  to  see  ; 

And  having  lived  to  serve  thy  will, 
Lord,  let  me  then  depart  in  Thee. 

HYMN  284.    P.  M. 
For  Children. 

ALMIGHTY  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
Thou  only  good,  Thou  only  wise ; 
Our  youthful  hymns  to  thee  we  bring, 
And'hail  thee  universal  King  ! 

2  The  heavenly  choirs  around  thy  throne 
Attune  their  harps  to  thee  alone ; 

And  shall  we,  children,  here  below, 
No  praises  on  thy  name  bestow  ? 

3  Send  down,  O  Lord,  thy  power  and  grace, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  prayer  and  praise  ,• 
Then,  ceaseless,  shall  our  songs  ascend 

In  anthems  to  the  children's  Friend. 


302  SWEET    SINGER 

4  And  while  our  youthful  voices  rise, 
In  hallelujahs  to  the  skies, 

Our  weak  endeavours,  Lord,  approve, 
And  every  sinful  thought  remove. 

5  And  when  our  singing  here  is  o'er, 
When  up  to  heaven  our  spirits  soar, 
May  golden  harps  to  us  be  given, 
To  sing  thy  endless  praise  in  heaven. 


HYMN  285.    P.  M. 

OFOR  that  bright  and  glorious  day, 
When  truth  enthron'd  on  Mercy's  brow, 
Shall  bear  a  universal  sway, 

Where  Error  reigns  in  triumph  now  ; 
When  Jesus'  name  shall  spread  abroad, 
And  every  nation  own  their  God ! 

2  When  man,  the  slave  of  sin  and  shame, 
For  freedom  shall  no  longer  sigh, 

But  catch  the  rapture-giving  strain, 

And  raise  the  shout  of  Liberty  ! 
And  songs  which  earth  has  never  told, 
Shall  vibrate  from  each  harp  of  gold. 

3  That  midnight  gloom  which  hovers  o'er, 
Where  superstition  rears  her  head, 

Shall  screen  the  blood-stain'd  rites  no  more, 

Nor  bide  where  vice  her  victims  led  ; 
But  chasing  darkness  as  it  flies, 
The  sun  of  righteousness  arise  ! 

4  Earth,  fill'd  with  radiancy  divine, 
As  Eden  smiled  shall  smile  again, 

While  peace  and  happiness  shall  join, 

To  spread  the  Saviour's  glorious  reign. 
No  sigh  shall  heave  the  troubled  breast, 
No  tears  disturb  the  pilgrim's  rest. 


OF    ISRAEL.  303 

5  Blest  Jesus !  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  truth,  enthron'd  on  Mercy's  brow, 

Shall  bear  a  universal  sway, 
Where  Error  reigns  and  triumphs  now ; 

Till  guilt  and  misery  be  driven — 

And  earth  again  resembles  heaven. 


HYMN  285.     L.  M. 

SWEET  were  the  sounds  that  reach'd  our  ears, 
When  mercy  rais;d  her  heavenly  voice  ; 
'T  was  mercy  that  dispell'd  our  fears, 
And  bade  our  souls  in  hope  rejoice. 

2  All  other  sounds  discordant  seem, 
Compar'd  with  mercy's  heavenly  song ; 

So  sweet  and  joyful  is  the  theme, 
It  bears  our  willing  souls  along. 

3  O  may  we  never  cease  to  hear 

The  voice  that  gives  our  conscience  rest, 
That  dissipates  our  guilty  fear, 
And  tells  us  we  are  truly  blest ! 

4  May  mercy  still  remove  our  fear, 
And  bind  our  souls  with  cords  of  love ! 

Mercy  that  soothes  our  sorrows  here, 
And  gives  us  hope  of  joys  above. 

HYMN  287.    L.  M. 

WHEN  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see, 
Bleeding  to  death  for  wretched  me, 
Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transform'd  to  love. 

2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my  heart ; 
In  every  groan  I  hear  a  part; 
I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes; 
But  see !  he  bows  his  head  and  dies ' 


304  SWEET    SINGER 

3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wounded,  and  dead,  and  bathed  in  blood  ! 
Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near ; 

The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains ; 
I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains : 
Only  the  Fountain  Head  above 
Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 

5  Oh  that  I  thus  could  always  feel ! 
Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal ; 
Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim 
The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  name. 

6  Thy  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear; 
Affords  a  balm  for  every  wound, 
And  Satan  trembles  at  the  sound. 


HYMN  288.    P.  M. 

PEACE  be  to  this  habitation  ; 
Peace  to  all  that,  dwell  therein  ; 
Peace,  the  earnest  of  salvation  ; 

Peace,  the  fruit  of  pardoned  sin  ; 
Peace,  that  speaks  the  heavenly  Giver 
Peace  to  worldly  minds  unknown  ; 
Peace  divine,  that  lasts  for  ever, 
Peace,  that  comes  from  God  alone. 

2  Jesus,  Prince  of  Peace,  be  near  us, 

Fix  in  all  our  hearts  thy  home ; 
With  thy  gracious  spirit  cheer  us, 

Let  thy  sacred  kingdom  come  ; 
Raise  to  heaven  our  expectation, 

Give  our  favour'd  souls  to  prove 
Glorious  and  complete  salvation, 

In  the  realms  of  bliss  above. 


OF    ISRAEL.  305 

HYMN  289.    P.  M. 

GIVE  me  the  faith  which  can  remove 
And  sink  the  mountain  to  a  plain; 
Give  me  the  child-like  praying  love, 

Which  longs  to  build  thy  house  again. 
Thy  love,  let  it  my  heart  o'erpower, 
And  all  my  simple  soul  devour  ! 

2  I  would  the  precious  time  redeem, 
And  longer  live  for  this  alone, 

To  spend  and  to  be  spent,  for  them 

Who  have  not  yet  my  Saviour  known; 
Fully  on  these  my  mission  prove, 
And' only  breathe,  to  breathe  thy  love. 

3  My  talents,  gifts,  and  graces,  Lord, 
Into  thy  blessed  hands  receive, 

And  let  me  live  to  preach  thy  word, 

And  let  me  to  thy  glory  live  ; 
My  every  sacred  moment  spend, 
In  publishing  the  sinner's  friend. 

4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  my  heart, 
With  boundless  charity  divine : 

So  shall  I  all  my  strength  exert, 

And  love  them  with  a  zeal  like  thine ; 
And  lead  them  to  thy  open  side, 
The  sheep  for  whom  the  shepherd  died. 

HYMN  290.    L.M. 

COME,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart; 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more; 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore  ; 
And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 


306 


IWEET    SIXGER 


HYMN  291.    L.  M. 

GLORY  to  thee,  ray  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessinsrs  of  the  light: 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  Almighty1  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ;  v 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  mav  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day. 

4  0  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose  ! 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eye-lids  close; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  O  when  shall  I,  in  endless  dav, 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King ! 

HYMN  292.    P.  M. 

THE  Lord  shall  come !  the  earth  shall  quake ; 
The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake  ; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shed  pale  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowliness  He  came  ; 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come,  a  dreadful  form! 
With  rainbow-wreath  and  robes  of  storm  ; 
On  cherub-wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  Judge  of  all  mankind. 


OF    ISRAEL.  307 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  lo  stray- 
As  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway. 
Oppress  d  by  power,  and  niock'd  by  pride, 
The  Xazarene, — the  crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks,  hide  us ;  mountains,  on  us  fall !" 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing,  "  The  Lord  is  come  !" 

HYMN  293.    P.  M. 

THE  long  expected  mora 
Has  dawn'd  upon  the  earth  ; 
The  Saviour,  Christ,  is  born, 
And  angels  sing  his  birth : 
We  '11  join  the  bright  seraphic  throng, 
And  share  their  joys,  and  swell  their  song. 

2  "  Good  will  and  peace  divine 
To  highly  favoured  man  :" 

No  wisdom,  Lord,  but  thine 

Could  form  the  gracious  plan, 
To  save  the  guilty  and  the  lost, 
Thyself  remaining  true  and  just 

3  Praise  then  the  Lord  most  high, 
On  earth  he  deigns  to  dwell ; 

Incarnate  to  destroy 

The  works  of  death  and  hell : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  strain. — 
"  Great  peace  on  earth — Good  will  to  men." 

HYMN  294.    P.  M. 

HOW  beautiful  the  sight  , 

Of  brethren  who  agree, 
In  friendship  to  unite, 

And  bond  of  charity ; 
'Tis  like  the  preciousoinrment,  shed 
O'er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  head. 


308  SWEET    SINGER 

2  'T  is  like  the  dews  that  fill 
The  cups  of"  Hermon's  flowers; 

Or  Zion  s  fruitful  hill, 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers, 
When  mingling  odours  breathe  around, 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 
Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 

From  his  unsparing  hands, 

Yea,  life  for  evermore : 
Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above 

To  spend  eternity  in  love ! 


HYMN  295.    C.  M. 

"O  ETURNING  to  his  throne  above, 
M\>  The  friend  of  sinners  cried 
Do  this  in  memory  of  my  love  : 
He  spoke  the  word,  and  died. 

2  He  tasted  death  for  every  one  ; 
The  Saviour  of  mankind 

Out  of  our  sight  to  heaven  is  gone, 
But  left  his  pledge  behind. 

3  His  sacramental  pledge  we  take, 
Nor  will  we  let  it  go ; 

Till  in  the  clouds  our  Lord  comes  back, 
We  thus  his  death  will  show. 

4  Come  quickly,  Lord,  for  whom  we  mourn, 
And  comfort  all  that  grieve, 

Prepare  the  bride,  and  then  return, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

5  Now  to  thy  gracious  kingdom  come, 
(Thou  hast  a  token  given) 

And  when  thy  arms  receive  us  home, 
Recall  thy  pledge  in  heaven. 


OF    ISRAEL. 


309 


HYMN  296.    CM. 
On  clearing  the  ground  for  a  camp-meeting. 

THIS  sacred  spot,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
We  consecrate  by  prayer ; 
Thy  power  and  goodness  may  we  see, 
Display'd  in  mercy  here. 

2  While  we  prepare  and  clear  the  ground, 
O  Lord,  our  hearts  prepare ; 

And  while  we  pitch  our  tents  around, 
Lord,  spread  thy  glory  there. 

3  Erect  thy  banners,  heavenly  King, 
As  we  the  Stand  erect ; 

May  preachers  thy  salvation  bring, 
And  souls  to  thee  direct. 

4  Didst  thou  of  old  thine  Israel's  camp 
With  clouds  of  glory  crown  ? 

By  day  a  cloud,  by  night  a  lamp ! 
Thus  here,  O  Lord,  come  down. 

5  Now,  Lord,  before  our  longing  eyes, 
Thy  glory  here  reveal, 

And  let  us  from  rhe  lofty  skies, 
Thy  sacred  influence  feel. 

6  May  angeb,  round  this  chosen  spot, 
Encamp  by  night  and  day ; 

May  eacii  in  order  fill  his  lot, 
To  preach,  and  praise,  and  pray. 


HYMN  293.    L.  M. 

CAMP-MEETINGS  with  thy  presence  crown, 
And  shower,  O  Lord,  thy  blessings  down; 
Fill  every  heart  with  holy  zeal, 
And  all  thy  righteousness  reveal. 


310  SWEET    SINGER 

2  O'er  all  our  hosts  do  thou  preside, 
And  all  our  various  movements  guide  : 
The  praying  companies  attend, 

And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  friend. 

3  Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  thy  sons, 
And  visit  thy  anointed  ones ; 
May  every  virgin  trim  her  lamp, 
And  glory  rest  upon  our  camp. 

4  May  prayer  and  praise  united  rise 
Like  holy  incense  to  the  skies; 

In  all  our  hosts  display  thy  power ! 
May  souls  be  born  again  this  hour! 

HYMN  297.     P.  M. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord ; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

HYMN  298.    P.  M. 

BRETHREN,  this  is  sweet  employment, 
While  me  meet  to  pray  and  sing, 
This  indeed  is  sweet  enjoyment, 
In  the  presence  of  our  King. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!' 
Make  the  place  with  praises  ring. 

2  Who  can  tell  the  heavenly  pleasure, 

In  this  pious  sweet  employ ! 

Here's  a  vast,  unfading  treasure, 

Which  our  social  souls  enjoy. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah ! 

Shout,  and  sing  aloud  for  joy ! 


OF    ISRAEL. 


HYMN  299.    C.  M. 


311 


NOW,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair, 
And  as  you  pass  along, 
Employ  your"  hearts  in  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

2  Praise  God,  whose  mercies  brought  you  here, 
Whose  goodness  keeps  you  still ; 

Whose  grace  with  joy  your  souls  can  cheer, 
Whose  power  subdues  your  will. 

3  Praise  him  for  what  your  ears  have  heard, 
For  what  your  eyes  have  seen ; 

Praise  him  for  what  has  here  occurr'd, 
For  all  you  feel  within. 

4  Improve  the  strength  you  here  have  gain'd, 
To  do  his  holy  will : 

Improve  the  knowledge  here  attain'd, 
To  love  and  serve  him  still. 

5  Let  not  the  world  have  cause  to  say, 
You  serv'd  your  God  for  nought ; 

But  grow  in  grace  from  day  to  day, 
As  you  have  here  been  taught. 

6  To  friends  and  neighbours  all  around, 
O  let  your  graces  shine : 

In  ways  of  holiness  abound. 
And  live  a  life  divine. 

7  And  now,  my  Christian  friends,  adieu, 
May  Jesus  with  you  dwell ; 

May  grace  and  peace  abide  with  you  : 
"So  now,  dear  friends,  farewell." 

8  Farewell,  and  to  your  homes  repair, 
And  as  you  pass'  along ; 

Employ  your  hearts  in  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 


312       SWEET    SINGER    OF    ISRAEL. 

HYMN    300.  L.  M. 

TVSMTSS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord: 
■"Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word: 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

?,7ThL0U£h  we  are  guilty'  th°u  art  good: 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesu's  blood  : 
Uive  every  fetter'd  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all— Depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  301.    P.  M. 

T  i°,-P'  dismiss  us  wWi  thy  blessing 
■^  bill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

O  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound: 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  "lives  abound. 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So  whene'er'the  signal 's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  avvav, 

£nn?,n  ?ngels'  win^  to  h<^ven, 
Uill  d  the  summons  to  obey, 
May  we  ever 
Reign  with  thee  in  endless  day. 


INDEX. 

Page 

Adieu,  my  dear  brethren,  adieu 225 

A  few  more  days  on  earlh  to  spend 159 

A  few  more  days  preserve  me  here •  301 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe 94 

Ah,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do 214 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesu's  name 205 

Almighty  sov'reign  of  the  skies 301 

Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny 230 

Amazing  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound) 193 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  from  grace  282 

And  are  our  joys  so  quickly  fled 213 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 114 

Arise  and  shine,  oh,  Zion  fair 135 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep 171 

As  much  have  I  of  worldly  goods 217 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass 113 

A  soldier,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made ,  46 

Author  of  mercies,  God  of  love 48 

A  voice  from  the  savage,  a  voice  from  the  slave  169 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 223 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 97 

Awake,  my  heart !  my  soul,  arise 59 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 201 

Awake  thy  song,  O  earth 173 

Begone !  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near 61 

Behold  that  great  and  awful  day 165 

Behold  the  man,  threescore  and  ten 290 

Behold  the  Saviour  at  the  dcor 179 

Behold  the  tears  that  mourners  shed 162 

Behold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine 198 

Brethren,  this  is  sweet  employment 310 

Brethren,  we  have  met  to  worship 58 

Bright  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense 250 


314  INDEX. 

Brother  soldier,  still  fight  on 69 1 

Burst,  ye  everlasting  gates,  and  hring 137 1 

Camp-meetings  with  thy  presence  crown.. ..  309 

Can  we  believe  thy  precious  word 300 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 24 

Child  of  prosperity 288 

Children  of  God,  renounce  your  fears 245  | 

Come,  and  taste  along  with  me 239 

Come,  and  taste  along  with  me  .^ 91 

Come,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord  ...  174 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 107 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 296 

Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  try ,. 231 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 115 

Come,  O  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 163 

Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 127 

Come  tell  me,  wandering  sinner '68 

Come,  thou  long  expected  Jesus 71 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed 82 

Come,  ye  poor  and  thirsty  sinners 101 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed 81 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know 262 

Dash  the  drunkard  cup  in  pieces 27 

Daughter  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sadness..  275 

Day  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders 166 

Dearest  Jesus,  though  unseen 265 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid 256 

Death,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors 1 37 

Death  shall  not  destroy-  my  comfort 177 

Dismiss  us  with  thv  blessing,  Lord 312 

Drooping  saints,  no  longer  grieve 63 

Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress 119 

Encouraged  by  thy  word 214 

Everlasting  praise  to  Jdsus 208 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  prop 259 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  beloved  of  the. .  174 


INDEX.  315 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you  farewell  106 
Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand  43 
Farewell  to  thee,  brother !  we  meet  but  to  part    36 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love 134 

For  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God 268 

From  all  that 's  mortal,  all  that  'a  vain 38 

From  Greenland's  icv  mountains 205 

From  the  regions  of  love 210 

From  Salem's  gates  ad  vancing  slow 167 

From  whence  does  this  union  arise 25 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 291 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 304 

God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints 242 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call 121 

Go  forth  to  distant  lands 25 

Go,  my  brother,  God  doth  call  thee 37 

Great  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners 1 62 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 60 

Hail,  God  the  Father,  glorious  light 131 

Hail  the  blest  morn,  see  the  great  Mediator. .  21 

Hail,  thou  everlosting  Saviour 77 

Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 202 

Hail,  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright 10 

Hail,  ve  sighing  sons  of  sorrow 144 

Hark!  hark !  what  sounds  are  these  so  pleasing  31 

Hark !  listen  to  the  trumpeters 155 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 132 

Hark,  the  heralds  of  salvation 258 

Hark !  the  jubilee  is  sounding 108 

Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee '. 180 

Hear,  gracious  God,  a  sinner's  cry 49 

Hear  the  gospel  trumpet  sounding 75 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation 67 

Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken 135 

His  vestment  of  righteousness 90 

Hoiy  Bible !  book  divine 56 

Holy  book,  thy  sacred  pages , 28 


316  INDEX. 

Hosanna  to  Jesus!  I'm  filled  with  his  praises 

How  beautiful  the  sight ', 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord. 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 040| 

How  lost  was  rav  condition 9S| 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection.  4o| 

How  peaceful  is  the  closing  scene 3031 

How  sweet  is  the  cordial  of  love 105| 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 130 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  27S 

If  life's  pleasures  charm  thee | 

If  "r  is  sweet  to  mingle  where 191 

I  long  to  see  the  season  come 102 

I  love  rav  blessed  Saviour 278 

I  love  the  Lord,  is  still  the  strain 045  | 

I  'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die 001 

I  'm  nol  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 

I  'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan 173 

I  'm  tired  with  visits,  modes,  and  forms 141 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 3*2 

In  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh 143 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 110 

In  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice 244 

Inquiring  souls,  who  long  to  find 61 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation 2o4 

In  the  house  of  king  David  a  fountain  did. .  .  222 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 055 

I  've  listed  in  the  holy  war 151 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 52 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 201 

Jesus,  at  thy  command 178 

Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds 100 

Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart 97 

Jesus.  I  mv  cross  have  taken 170 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 034 

Jesus,  to  evenr  willing  mind 216 

Jesus,  while  he  dwelt"  below 2S0 


INDEX.  317 

Let  others,  wrapt  in  self-conceit 33 

L*t  saints  on  earth  their  anthems  raise 207 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 116 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue 298 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  Emanuel's  friends 152 

Like  a  ship,  see  the  Church !  through  the  ...  57 

Listed  in  the  cause  of  sin 195 

Look  not  upon  the  wine,  when  it 26 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 312 

Lord,  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  thee 269 

Lord  !  when  together  here  we  meet 158 

Lukewarm  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger 44 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 310 

Mercy,  oh,  thou  Son  of  David 122 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature 266 

Morn  is  the  time  to  wake 78 

My  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call 19 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years. .  .  95 

My  dearest  friends,  in  bonds  of  love 161 

My  God  was  with  me  all  the  night 210 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love 223 

My  heart  and  rny  tongue  shall  unite 273 

My  soul  is  full  of  glory 218 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll 80 

Native  land ! — in  summer  smiling 23 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 116 

Now,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair 311 

Of  all  religions  that  are  found 22 

O  for  that  bright  and  glorious  day 302 

Oh  !  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn 182 

O  how  extensive  is  thy  grace 297 

Oh  God  !  my  heart  with  love  inflame 183 

Oh  how  I  have  longed  for  the  coming  of  God  195 

Oh  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine  197 

Oh  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit 196 

Oh !  that  I  had  some  humble  place 246 


318  INDEX. 

O,  Lord,  how  great  the  favour 274 

O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 254 

Once  more,  dear  brethren,  join  to  sing 56 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit 249 

O  that  I  had  a  faithful  friend 263 

O  Thou,  in  whose  presence 88 

O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 198 

Poor  trembling  sinner,  tell  me  why 0 . . .     48 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 182 

Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  king 186 

Returning  to  his  throne  above 306 

Rise,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 228 

Saviour,  I  do  feel  thy  merit 84 

Saviour,  slain,  and  slain  for  me 29 

Saviour,  visit  thy  planlation 118 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour !  saw  ye  my  Saviour  ...   Ill 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending 145 

See  the  Lord  of  glory  dying 44 

See  how  the  Scriptures  are  fulfilling 281 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 294 

Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God 19 

Sing  to  the  Lord  above 260 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises .' 292 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 299 

Spare,  mighty  God,  in  mercy  spare 229 

Sweet  muse,  des  end  and  bless  the  shade  . . .   248 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 148 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 247 

Sweet  were  the  sounds  that  reached  our  ears  303 

Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys 172 

Tempted,  tossed,  troubled  spirit 146 

The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels 267 

The  Christians  of  old,  united  in  one 289 

The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  .: 257 

The  great  tremendous  day 's  approaching ....  125 


INDEX.  319 

The  Lord  ray  shepherd  is 293 

The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  quake. .   305 

The  Lord  *s  into  his  garden  come 53 

The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and  love  199 

The  people  called  Christians,  how  many 183 

There  fell  from  God's  favour  two  exiles  of. . .   123 

There  is  a  book,  I '  ve  heard  them  say 34 

There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies 153 

There  is  a  holy  city 252 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure 139 

There  is  a  school  on  earth  begun 18 

There  shall  we  reign  with  Jesus 252 

The  song  of  salvation,  it  is  so  divine 30 

The  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray 12 

The  specious  world  promiscuous  flows 189 

The  trump  of  the  gospel  resounds  through. .     73 

The  voice  of  free  grace 203 

Thev  have  .gone  to  the  land  where  the 206 

This  sacred  spot,  O  Lord,  to  thee , 307 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show 14 

This  world  's  not  all  a  fleeting  show 15 

Thou  changing,  terrestrial  state 35 

Though  in  the  outward  church  below 64 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver  . . .  148 

Throughout  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace 83 

Through  tribulations  deep 156 

'T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know 181 

'T  is  my  happiness  below 17 

To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbours     16 

To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies 276 

Trust  thou  not  in  worldly  pleasures 29 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 254 

Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  Christians 150 

We  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing  . . , 33 

We  soon  shall  break  all  nature's  ties 129 

What  are  these  in  bright  array 295 

What  could  your  Redeemer  do 209 


320  INDEX. 

Whatever  disasters  nf  nature 101 1 

What  happy  children  wait  on  Jesus 15 1 

What's  this  that  rises  in  my  soul 2171 

What  poor  despised  company 39 

What  think  you  of  Christ  I  is  the  test 45 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 120 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 103 

When  by  sin  overwhelm'd,  shame  covers 283 

When  I  set  out  for  glory 232 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 113 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 244 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain 212 

When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see 303 

When  on  the  margin  of  the  grave 299* 

When  pulse  beats  low,  and  cheeks  grow  pale  272 

When  secret  sins  before  us  rise 142 

When  the  fierce  north  wind,  with  his  airy. . .  168 

When  toss'd  on  error's  stormy  tide 271 

When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 270 

While  others  at  ease  on  their  pillows  are ....  190 

While  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings 104 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger 74 

Who  will  go  to  rear  the  standard 76 

Why  should  I  be  affrighted  at  pestilence 185 

Why  stand  you  here  idle,  my  friends 11 

With  joy  let  each  afflicted  saint 243 

Ye  angels  who  mortals  attend 70 

Ye  children  of  Zion,  who  're  aiming  for  glory  65 

Ye  happy  souls,  whose  peaceful  minds 87 

Ye  jewels  of  my  Master 108 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee 192 

Ye  sons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  o'er  the  flood  226 

Ye  sons  of  war,  1  pray,  draw  near 50 

Ye  weary,  heavy  laden  souls 85 

Yonder — amazing  sight ! — I  see 133 

Young  people  all,  attention  give 42 


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